Stalked by this starving shadow
Harbored deep within my mind
Much like this needling fierce feline
Ever so stealth
Taunting, Lurking....Hunting
Floating amongst my gardens
Where all my tools and instruments lay
There....
My music writes
My words sing
As my orchestra roars with magic....
A library of thoughts that depict a lotusland luxury of opulence and indulgence
Sounds that resonate to the pit of all homeless stragglers...
But, it's this ravenous wolf that came knocking
Relentlessly probing my soul
Unearthing all my pleasured pains
I have been imprisoned by my flesh
And sentenced to an infinite lifetime
Of Truth, Dare and Observation
It's your crepuscular spirit that binds our journey
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