Nostalgic Nightshade
Sister springHave you no love
How your heart flares
I am but a realization
Reality's play thing
An abomination of idle will
A curse only born
To exist in cold limbo
Free of a rosy crimson hue
Yet tainted bright
Within a nightly violet luster
No daisy, tulip,daffadile, nor rose
Rather a lonley nightshade
The illusion of love
Took a bleachy flow
Running a purple visage
To ripples of liquid black
Doomed to bloom alone
The silent surrounding shadows
My mirror to the dawn
A luminesant luna
My sole companion
Toxic laced within a kiss
Of broken dreams
The art of fantasy
My only escape
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