Dead Soul
Brimstone & fire
for the liar.
The false accuser
the abuser
Words written & carved in stone
u will die alone perversion consumed
your mind entombed.
Wrong you are with your judgements
& because of this i suffer unfair punishment?Will u ever grow u,p? or do u like being an infant?
Blind 2 ur own mental illness!
Step outside urself if only just this once
rid ur mind of sex & lust
your soul created in hell
a heart too frozen to ever melt.
I guess u'll remain living in your sad ignorant bliss
One thing i truely wish
Is that you would of been honest about yourself
years of mine life & time wasted now
Like my gum you chewed me up & spit me out
Copyright © Mariann Fenske | Year Posted 2014
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