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Hunter Turned Prey
When the darkness has taken it’s grip
And the chalice invites me, to take a sip
The pleasures of flesh are no more
For I am rotten to the core
I fall to my knees on the floor
Please guide me to win my own WAR
No wings left to fly me away
My heart has been turned into clay
Remodeled, misshapen and gray
A hunter now turned to prey
I’m hiding behind closed doors I’m sick of all this remorse
The hurt that’s inside I endure
For I know I’m no longer pure
This war I’ve been fighting for years
I can’t keep on hiding my tears
I know that you won’t understand
But can someone extend his Hand, for me
I’m drowning inside my soul
Departed and left me alone
An angel now turned to stone
Abandoned I have been thrown
Copyright ©
Peter Paul Valletta
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