Pain

by Chelsea Hopkins   Mar 28, 2005


| For my Mom |
Through the darkness I imagined your face.
I walking through your nightmares without a trace.
When you close your eyes, my shadow you will see.
It's hard to believe behind all that evilness is me.
I'm tracing your past memories going through your mind.
Going through it quickly, not wanting to rewind.
I ripe at your insides like a tiger at kill.
To bad I did it through force without your will.
Blood on the ground It wasn;t there before.
But as I ripe deeper there continues being more.
I can't believe what I'm finding It's driving me insane.
To believe that such an innocent person, could carry so much pain.

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