Imprisoned

Running paint
Black and white
These ghouls abide
Both day and night
Never leaving
Me alone
Your face and voice
And touch, their own

Macabre we stand
On shifting sands
Your beating heart
Held in my hand
I didn’t mean
To tear you down
I only clung
So I wouldn’t drown

Turn away your accusations
Save your lies and cast aspersions
For what you know of me is false
And shielded by these mountain walls

They’ll find our bones here
Bleached to white
And write for us
Some detailed flight
Of fancy, romance
Lovers scorned
But our truth will rot here
Unadorned.

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