Locked in prison with no escape,
Keeping track of long lost days.
Where will my weary soul reside,
When there is nothing left inside.
Who will want my painful soul,
Whose actions made of me a fool.
Can I ever live with myself,
Or in eternal darkness dwell.
Can the light of the truth free me,
Or all alone will I ever be.
The fate of my life is long gone,
For I have done too much wrong.
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Author:
Shayl Mantei (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2018 15:38
- Category: Gothic
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