''The Fraud''
Teased by the aberration of false tenderness.
Subdued in despair.
The tightened noose around my neck.
I feel as though my last breath is approaching.
Strickened airs' final gasp.
Clear these darkened clouds.
For my anguished,suffered love,I hurt no more.
May the guardian of life now take me home....
For those who have tortured souls.....
Copyright © Kacey Greenlee | Year Posted 2011
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