The pain within is too deep,
From the lashing that makes my soul screech,
Through the pictures of reinstated destiny,
She took her mallet of trust and belief of one another,
And struck my heart,
The angel with flames in her eyes,
Has thrown me to the ground,
Kicked me around,
Not only of love,
But so called hurt,
The feather which i thought floated softly in the air,
With ease by which the wind carries it,
So bright with a future,
Has caught aflame on it's way to the ground,
That mallet was put way through a lock and key,
The disbelief of fighting,
Cracked that lock with untamable force,
And has swung to hard,
To bring back this heart,
To life.
