CAMELOT FANTASIES

Removing the rose tinted glasses
Unloved seemed a choice that revolved
Couldn't smooth out every wrinkle
That time feigned to scathingly claim
Each thought struck a harsher stake
Tearing all you've worked apart
Moans + groans of negativity
Destroyed those that embraced
Highly sensitivity
Death may have claimed those
Near + dear
Wounds are deep the scars have seared
The flesh
Frazzled + broken down
Death creeps up sometimes
Without a sound
Holding on to illness
Aches + pains are written all over her face
Demons laid their claim
It's up to her to shatter them
From the rightful name
Her fight has been shattering her armour
She's lost her youthful vigor
The light that once acclaimed her
Is where the darkness has now shamed her
She always had the answers for one and all
Stood proud and tall
Watch her as she takes the fall

~ Divine