The words of tears are powerful
I cry for the men that were sent to wars and didn’t return
but mainly I cry for the ones that did
I cry for the children that have died from starvation
But mainly I cry for the one’s that haven’t
I cry for the wife that’s been beaten
I cry for the drug dealers victims
I cry for the one with the crushed dreams, the stolen hope, the forgotten prayer
I cry for my curse that is aware of such torture, such pain, such torment
I cry for you all, for your blindness.
I met a girl… So beautiful. Skin so soft, attitude so rough, yet fragile and perfect. Our insecurities met, cancelling each other’s out; safely wrapped
Drip! Drip! The sound of rain flushing another tormented soul into the freedom of death. A whip makes its tortured crack, as lacerations, so plentiful,
I am the devil on your shoulder The angel in your ear The voice of your reason The root of your fear The demon in
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