But A Lost Soul
Subject of riticule still, on these last dieing hours Nevermore of this already forgoten soul, is me Drowning in a bed of sorrow and steadfastness Confused and driven into this For I, am but a lost soul Forgive me of the sins I am soon to embark apon For the pain of each day is greater than my willpower Forgive me not for the pain and unpleastness Forgive me not, for being what I am For I, am but a lost soul Staring into the dardness as my faith seeps through my open wounds Infected with darkness and overwhelming hurt Know nothing of me, enlightened children Know nothing of this pain and sorrow Know nothing of me, my long lost friends For I, am but a lost soul Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 03:24 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Subject of riticule still, on these last dieing hours..."