Theres a sinner in society,
His name is Defeat.
And in the mind of many,
He's worse then deceit.
Deceit is insidious,
In her wicked ways.
Defeat swallows her,
And the guilt stays.
I've met him many times,
But never knew his name.
The feeling never changes,
It will always be the same.
He is a cacophony in my head,
And never ceases to let me know,
That I will always be defeated.
Anywhere I go.
:)
I liked all of your work, but this one is truly my favorite.
I am but an open book, it is up to you to turn the pages.
thanks! :)
thanks! :)
Words words words.
You make them your slave.
Tiger tiger burning bright.
Thanks!
Thanks!