Suicidal Passion
Deep in the dark of night
creeps the stalker of the high
Consuming all who pay the toll
Leaving you with a gaping hole
The depth of the intensity is oh too much
But it still has me right in his clutch
The passion of the soul
is worth more than you'll ever know
You have captured mine
but never again will I just take a dime
Please, I beg, give it back again
Now I am left with my lonely friends
poem by RosaLee Marybeth
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