Mistress of Despair

The clock struck 12 

and there she comes 

my mistress of despair 

fills my lungs 

and coats my gums 

with black tar and deadly air 

waits in the dark 

till I fall apart 

then she rushes in 

and if the pain runs deep

she'll visit me in my sleep 

to remind me of what I fear

Reviews

[FlaLover]

Great work. I can relate with this more than I want to admit. Beautifully crafted.