What does it feel like to lose control?
Are your claws cramping under my pressure?
You once swore you could swallow me whole,
You used to call me your last treasure.
Oh, but those days are gone and so am I.
All you have left is the greyest ashes.
Go ahead and put on your suit and tie,
Close your eyes, watch the time as it passes.
And what did it take to poison this well?
I truly hope you got what you wanted.
You run around trying to break my spell,
Yet every corner of this city remains haunted.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 