Torture

Twisted minds subcultured kinds sounds from in the night it takes away the light from day and makes thier life not right. Angry words cut like a sword they often disagree once not at all now to great the wall taking her away from he. It brings him down this round and round why does this have to be he did his best more than the rest to no avail he sees. Past regrets can not forget forgiveness seldom known violent scenes and broken dreams and hearts turned into stone. A beatless drum each rising sun again there is no change an endless lope with little hope there lifes seem prearranged. Those answers souight to countless thoughts their convictions forced to bend bring a strange desire to cause a fire so all might come to end.