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senseless art of a tortured soul

Friday, May 27, 2005

Bittersweet

Darkness engulfed my body
As guilt tore upon my soul
Within I felt
A killer of the innocence
The sinner of angels
For I’ve yet killed
A pulse beating
A heart of one’s soul.
My body lay limp
My heart is tainted
My soul is stained
All of memory remains
Is a bittersweet love
Comprehension beyond doubts
As acid nuetralised
Warmth turned cold
Thus friends turn fiend
As heart turned stone.

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