My heart screams for his phantom.
I still feel his shadow dance in my soul.
I curse the drug that stole his sweetness.
My lips quiver in remembrance of soft days.
The screams and shattered glass camouflage raw fear.
Sweet memories grow stale from the massacres of words.
The screams echo a bittersweet daydream of beginnings.
May God help me have mercy on him?
Please send this angelic warrior back to me.
I need him to protect me from his newfound beast.
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