Without Belonging

by Darkchild   Nov 15, 2006


What a treacherous life is this,
left alone in such misery.
Forgotten by the ones I love,
banished from their hearts.
To look for a hopeless redemption,
with evil as my sole companion.
Marching in the suns rage,
stricken with plights of angelic ways.
Never to find myself whole,
lost by knowing where I am.

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