CAMELOT FANTASIES

SORROWS

Walking thru, the memories ov my mind.
Riddled by the fear of the shadows, and what's lurking there.
Casting me unto the dark, to pass me on.
Visions will, castrate thru time.
Though life's sorrows, will be the crimes.
When I die, will I go out in fame.
Does anyone else, feel the same.
That's not my game, putting death upon the shelf.
All bottled up, with nowhere to go.

My elixir ov life,  wants to flow.
So I will show, what goes thru life.
I am stronger, [ Guests cannot view attachments ] then anyone knows.