The Chosen
I squeeze your galloping heart like a vise,My grip on you is as cold as ice.Kneeling before me you whimper and cower,No one to hold you in your darkest hour.Paralyzed, you pray for this nightmare to end,It will, my dear child, but you cannot know when.Till then you must suffer eternal sadness,A lifetime of pain, misery and madness.You are one of the chosen, you must see it through,Your fate has been sealed, not a thing you can do. Written August 24th, 2001 © on Aug 24 2001 07:44 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I squeeze your galloping heart like a vise,My grip on you is as cold as ice.Kneeling before me you whimper and cower,No one to hold you in your darkest hour.Paralyzed, you pray for this nightmare to end,It will, my dear child, but you cannot know when.Till then you must suffer eternal sadness,A lifetime of pain, misery and madness.You are one of the chosen, you must see it through,Your fate has been sealed, not a thing you can do...."