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Devestation of the Blow
A beautiful isolation, a personal little hell
I'm roaming away from you, darkness is where I dwell.
I find comfort in the dark, knowing you're not there
I can't feel anything anymore, it's to much to bare.
Everytime you stumble, something shatters in my mind
Everytime you scream at me, something sparks from inside.
Everytime you raise your fists, my mind burns in overdrive
Everything you've done to me, it's all coming back in time.
My hatred burns inside my veins, my hearts beyond freezing
I no longer have a purpose, a distination or a reason.
My bodies taking in the pain, the devesation of the blow
I'm so tired of running, but this time I have no where left to go.
Truly, truly, powerful yet sad and regretful words. But true all the same. My dear, you capture beauty and eloquence in your words. The sadness is there, and so is the feeling. Beautiful, sad, and the imagery is perfect yet settle all the same. Keep up the amazing work.