Left Behind
On that night you walked away.
My soul was ripped in half.
One side with hurt and pain.
The other with the past.
I searched in vain to find the truth.
To escape the void of self abuse.
I search for the reaching hands.
To heal this broken soul.
But the more I search through the dark.
The more I lose control.
I can't control.
The beasat within.
The darkness grown stronger still.
And over me it executes.
It's power and dark will.
I am but a broken pawn.
In this hellish game of life.
And if I stray from the path.
I'll be pierced by bullet or knife.
This wicked path is all I tread.
It is all I know.
How did I fall grace.
This evil do I saw.
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