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30.01.2022, 21:04 | #1 |
Desecration
I didn´t know
what was happening. I was too young to understand this thing. Still I knew it was wrong. I knew it was wrong. Believing me was hard for them. They wouldn´t see the message I sent. The breaking point for an innocent when all complains won´t be heard. Trying to move on lies and sacrifice had great control over my life. To shame and sorrow I gave in since not one would be listening. With the years passing by I was seeking for the light since darkness had me trapped in the longest nights. But another day on the tracks I see me fainting in between the wrecks. A touch is rejected, for good I can´t say. But honestly, right now I feel this way. What is love, will I ever know? If nobody will see what´s been stolen from me? All that´s left now is a broken soul, a broken halo, my mind out of control. Nothing but hate and suffer, forever is cursed my delight and laughter. When time stands still I´m trying to forget it´s whispering and hands in my neck. But I can´t let go. I can´t make a point. A shape of evil took a lot from me. it took my safety and my self-esteem. Appearing from hell, so it must be, it chose my faith to steel. On my journey to find somebody to share this horror with, somebody I know can bear, I receive back some bit of hope that in the end I don´t need to stand alone at the edge of the cliff. Forbidden words rise inside of me. Ain´t supposed to let go oft he leash. These words burn my soul, the fire will soon get out of control. And when the fire strikes like a hurricane, that is when I finally let go of the pain. And when my body decomposes I won´t forgive nor understand. That will be my vengeance. |
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