The Spectacle of a Spectre
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
We strive to sit, yet struggle still, not ours the spark to start,
We cried to have a chance at will, then let it fall apart.
Celebrity crushes whisper sin, their smiles a poisoned style,
Fornication lost in dreams, we wander for a mile.
Haggard stand our victims, me, wisdom comes not from a tree,
We listen close to stories told, in prophecies lost to sea.
I was the flag, waved high with pride, now torn and left to be,
The ending suffocates my lungs, the ghost you failed to see.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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