The Tainting of the Soul
I am an open scabjust waiting to be hit again..curled up in a corner.Rest my face upon a thistleand consume my thoughts.Lovely emptiness.Tempting light.Curled now in hope of a new day.Cherished and envied.Respected and loved.Feel my blood boiling..dreaming those feared dreams..Refreshed, I will color my soul once again. Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 08:48 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I am an open scabjust waiting to be hit again..curled up in a corner.Rest my face upon a thistleand consume my thoughts.Lovely emptiness.Tempting light.Curled now in hope of a new day.Cherished and envied.Respected and loved.Feel my blood boiling..dreaming those feared dreams..Refreshed, I will color my soul once again...."