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Forgetting myself,
The pain,
The scars,
All gone along with me,
The longing,
The torture,
Running beside me as I make my great escape,
The lonesome,
The dark,
The sin,
All drift away on the wind,
Next to the bruised and broken black winged angel,
That you have forced me to become.
The wind goes by,
A cool refreshing breeze,
Carrying Lost souls like mine,
By and by,
Farther away from those like you,
That have tried so hard,
To keep our lost souls found,
But in the end,
We all become,
A lost soul,
Flying away on the wind.
 SeibetsuKoneko · Thu Jul 09, 2009 @ 09:32am · 0 Comments |
