Secret Ingredients
Echoes
I still feel you here
disturbing the emptiness
well after you’re gone
–
thunderclouds-
hard rain off
the tin roof
Destiny
the hand of Moira
pulling taught a strand of fate
prior to the cut
–
cloudless night-
death comes
on silent wings
Depression
gaping in the gloom
taking perverted pleasure
in bringing me down
–
pewter skies-
cold rain drips
off the rusted roof
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