Malice's Obsession
I must take the mere fact
That you have gone to fight the war of death.
That these letters are
My only hope to know
That you’re alive;
Somewhere craving to be home.
Or maybe I’m wrong.
I pray that you
Sense my soul
In my frightful markings.
For I sense nothing
That can make me happy.
And I know you won’t come back.
And now you’re
A figure of my imagination.
That you have gone to fight the war of death.
That these letters are
My only hope to know
That you’re alive;
Somewhere craving to be home.
Or maybe I’m wrong.
I pray that you
Sense my soul
In my frightful markings.
For I sense nothing
That can make me happy.
And I know you won’t come back.
And now you’re
A figure of my imagination.
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