At this moment, my heart bleeds, my soul aches, my journey is one with thorns. I allowed the sword of those whom I loved piece my throat, to my pains end. I have tried to stand in this world of men, but a slave is whom I became. Crawling and begging for everything I ever needed.



Through the journey of my life, through the story of my days, pain has riddled all, like a prisoner in chains, today I feel free, the next day, i feel the steel bounding chains that holds me from flight, from freedom.

Let the reddish blood flow across the ones I love, for it was this heart that I freely gave that they killed.


This world that promised happiness, that promised hope, that painted beautiful pictures but hid pain and hurt, promoted suffering, and embraced oppression.

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