we all have skeletons in our closest we choose to hide , we have a scar on our hearts that we must conceal, we have our past that is tainted with riddles and endless strains of who we thought we could be . I am broken a empty shell of who I once was the ties to my past strangle my flesh in the present . my scars are now re opened and I am left bleeding in shallow waters. Is there no hope to save my wretched soul , no one to ease this burning pain . or am i fated to drown in the black seas of sorrow crying a whisper to my name . salvation did once have a name but no more dose there gentle eyes look my way for the shadows of my soul do grab and drag me down . no more but a husk to the people I love
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 08:22:56 +0000