From ashes of the past, it came---
This voice that called my very name
And drew me closer to death's edge
Still wrapped within a lost love's pledge.
He'd spoke those words I longed to hear
In whispers heard by just my ear.
He'd carved his place within my heart
And left it rotting, torn apart.
His grave lay deep and dark and damp;
Yet, there, I wandered like a tramp
Compelled to listen and obey…
A maggot drawn to death's decay.
His evil plan was my demise;
A starry sky, the perfect guise.
Romance had borne a blackened rose;
Its scent quite fragrant to my nose.
Again tonight, I walked that path
Oblivious of aftermath
And fell still deeper in that pit
I've come to find a perfect fit.
I feel the mud that buries me
Within my own insanity;
While others never hear his voice,
Within my mind, I have no choice.
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Submission Name: He Called My Name
