never

By
WrOtE By a DaRk SoUl

Running down the dark roads of death.
Trembling and shaking.
Internally bleeding my pain of past life.
The shadows of death take over.

My mind, body, and soul.
Mind-a god’s gift of intelligence.
Body-loving & peaceful temple.
Soul-spiritual piece of motion.

The pain of an unloved child.
A heart that is never filled.
Questions are left randomly in the mind.
Black soul no light to be found.
A lonely child in the world.





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