Soul of Despair, by memiors of a slave Subscribe to rss feed for memiors of a slave

Once trust if found the walls come down
Leaving the heart open for molding
With more time spent emotions come to play
Comfort and safety until that day

Lies rip and destruct their path
While constant betrayal harden a soul
First anger rages through gritted teeth
Then tears fall as exhalation begins

A complex mind never seeks rest
Despair the only comfort
Pray the wounds will never heal
To keep from ever again having to feel
Posted: 2005-11-15 05:16:38 UTC

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