If words were enough, I would still feel I lack.
Long ago my World was painted black.

Fifty shades of unexpected
when I left my heart unprotected.

My walls are low.
No guards at my gate.
Something sinister always lays in wait.

Fueled by the evil of Man.
Mind games slick with a wicked plan.

Psyche unmatched, indefensible.
Actions being reprehensible.

©️ ~ Miss Messica ~

© Jessica Melville