TruthA Story by blindseeker
I was under the impression that you appreciated beauty,
How wrong I was, You're just like the others, confused & uncertain Stay with me, don't leave I misinterpreted your words, They consumed my mind with filth, You're not to blame, but influenced it's change, Of the monster I became As the moon wake from it's slumber, You manifest in thought, As I lay myself to rest, I feel my soul slowly rot © 2013 blindseeker |
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Added on February 22, 2013 Last Updated on February 22, 2013 Author
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