TorturedA Poem by ChaoticFragileSoul
drink too much but still remember
father of lies is my tormentor
sleeping in a sinners bed
dreams of heartache and dread
warped heart, bent mind
chaotic, yet perfectly designed
scarred through and through
impressions you can misconstrue
devil inside, tempting and abrasive
tortures me, and yet so persuasive
I need to find a way
the will to live and stay
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Added on February 27, 2017 Last Updated on February 27, 2017 Author
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