soul collector
By tangerine.kidd •
<font face=times>May 05, 2005
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beating at my skin
breaking down my walls
screaming so loud
no one hearing my calls
words of hatred
filling up my heart
my body frozen
preventing my fresh start
held against my will
there's no way to get free
so many years of life
there's nothing new to me
the person i onced called mom
is no longer the person here
this new person i gaze upon
is no longer my new fear
i have seen her type before
as i glanced upon my face
i have seen the good inside
as it vanished without a trace
i have seen the evil within
as it slowly takes control
i have seen the last of me
as it has taken my only soul
wandering aimlessly through the streets
trying to prevent another like me
helping those in need
trying to keep their souls free...
free from the soul collector...free from me.