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Much yet to be written- PART II

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Much yet to be written- PART II

   CONTINUED FROM PART I

Let the gut wrenching screams, pierce through your ears. Then cower in silence, as I expose all your fears.

I'll tear out your heart, psychologically break you. Feed you to evil, and see where it takes you.

And then in the end, when all's said and done. Maybe you'll relate, to my desperation.

You'll see things in ways, that you've never seen. And hate will prevail, when senses are keen.

This world isn't rainbows, flowers and butterflies. It's demons and beasts, cruelty and lies.

So say your goodbyes, let your dreams fade to dust. Cross your heart, swear an oath, to the one you can trust.

You've seen it each day, when you've looked in the mirror. Only now with eyes open, you see it much clearer.

Oh yes sir indeed, trust only yourself. Stay away from those pills, cause they'll never help.

For one thing in life, is definitely certain. A window's not clear, when covered by curtains.

So unveil your anger, take it out on this world. And don't single out, just one stupid girl.

Cause life turned her in, to what she became. So if life is the cause, then life is to blame.

Now we all have to face, our own set of problems. But what sets us apart, is how we all solve them.

So call me sick shallow, abused and confused. The same old cliche's, that are so over used.

I'll grin and I'll nod, say "you're right" and "thank god!". "I'm glad you find pleasure, pointing out all my flaws!"

Then slowly I'll turn, and walk straight away. Reminding myself, tomorrow's a new day.

For life is a book, about the dead and the smitten. And mine has much left, that is yet to be written...

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