when you are finally on your last walk-
down the stone temple walls and steal links-
I know, not hope, you'll think of your bloodiest mistake.
your worst memory;
a heartless love. close relative.
someone dear with a bullet.
killing hearts. becoming a criminal.
your darkest secrets;
hurting ones that were only wanting innocence.
needing privacy.
taking all for granted. pleasuring for your own need.
why do you hurt people?
is it for fun? fill an adrenaline?
or the fact that you cant feel acceptance;
unless you inflict the pain on others.
last moment of thought-
before walking through the final tunnel;
Why is my God so quiet?
[your God will end you in silence;
as a mirror image of the ones before you]
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my curse for 'him'
[I will clear my history; I will haunt your name]
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Powerful
Wow. Very powerful words here. There's really nothing to say or do, to take away that pain. But each day that you wake up, and get out of bed; in a way, that's conquering it. Not giving in to the pain inflicted, the scars left behind. Living each day, trying to make life worth staying around for. That's real power hun. I thought this was fantastically written for something so close to the heart. I will definitely read more of your work.
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