Things pass by, there's nothing we can do
Those that make accusations
Based on feeling blue
Decisions bring the changes to ones circumstance
Unwanted torment on the way
each day is but a dance
sit by and watch, with insignificant stride
the Devil on your shoulder
God your wanton bride
Innocent yet bound with invisible binding chains,
hurting without reason
satan's inherited gain
hanging high for treason.
giving you all the pain.
Pray and hope the past will not haunt you
may you never go there again
Friday, 28 December 2012
Bindweed
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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