The truth

by Escoffier   Dec 22, 2006


The truth

My pain is like the sun
Each day it glows on me
Warms me
Controls me
In the rain I am lost
Nothing to guide me
I look towards the heavens
I dream of I god
Who would take me away?
Because the pain is so great
It holds me down
Slowly torturing me
Demons walk with me
They love me
I am lost, hurt, in pain and slowly going insane
I am there apprentice of shame
As I relive my life, my broken dreams
All my lost love
And how they all hurt me
In ways you would not believe
I loved the best of the worst
Who took pride in there work
They all took there slice
And left me to die
In the shame of there lies
They took the best from
And left the worst you see
I lost all my will to fight the desire to recover from my broken life's hopes and dreams

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