Lost soul

by PoEtiCmYme   Aug 12, 2007


My heart is poundin
as l count every singe
breath l take

l tremble in terror and
despise what l feel inside
the end less tourtue
of my soul burns
form the bottom
of ma heart

a petrified gaze above
unleashes the beckoning
cries of ma hidden wounds

the midnite stars hold such pain
and all my sorrow
they withhold a key to hell

midnight walks turn to pain
sleepless nights haunt
my lost stole

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