• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 08
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Still Shot

I see the sorrow in your eyes
bleeding melted pastel
you are the canvass of my nightmare visions

You are the haunted huntress
always in sadness
a captured frame that won’t evolve

I taste the sickness as you worry
spoiled colors cancel
you are wasted innocence that drains in waves

You are the fatalistic flood
ever an illusion
a broken moment that can’t be saved