This shadow of a spirit,
His hands outstretched,
A blessing condemned inside of him,
Not as peaceful as it seems,
Pealing off the flesh,
The shrieking of hatful words,
Engraved in the past,
Swallowing this child whole,
A certain kind of misery,
Laid inside these walls,
A single thought of worthlessness,
In this sigh of discontentment,
A bomb of destruction,
Indeed created by you,
Cruel and shallow,
He specks nothing but truth,
AQ realm of bleeding souls,
Sinful tears fall,
A fallen Angel. |
