A tourtured writer, plagued by lifetimes past.
A shattered soul,
A self sacrificed sinner.
A mystic heart in a world of logic.
A broken heart in a world of self intrest,
No one that cares to spare a kind word,
Ease a gentle caress to tired ears....
A wanderer plaged by coldest winter.
A heart waiting to beat and bring life to another.
A coal waiting to spark, give life to someother.
A dancer of the shadows,
Plaged by lifetimes of sin,
Unable to redeem herself.
A fallen angel with broken wings,
Unable to fly, still bound to this earth.
A single gravestone in a grassy field,
Hidden by all of natures lushous beauty.
A forgotten soul, wandering our earth in vain,
Devoid of beauty, love or joy.
I have no life, I am but god's forgotten toy.
 
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