The dark flows around me as if it were a shroud,
It covers the unsightly things with courage abound
I stand with this veil covering my eyes yet again,
Can you see through it to my eyes my friend?
If you do, you see the pain,
Hurting because you left me, is that insane?
Of course you will finally someday know,
Some of the pain you've given me, so...........
Be ready my dear for I am beginning to think it is me that you should fear.


Copyright 2009 - Stacy Perry