My Soul to Dust

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There is harshness and coldness in your lust;
It burns and scars my soft and tender heart;
Your lies have whipped and lashed my soul to dust.

Like a long and crooked nail cloaked in rust,
Your false words pierced and pulled my mind apart;
There is harshness and coldness in your lust.

Your façade acted as a hardened crust
Covering the worms in your sour tart;
Your lies have whipped and lashed my soul to dust.

With wide-open arms and a baseless trust,
I let you enter my life and assert
There is harshness and coldness in your lust.

Crippled by your wounds, I know that I must
Die to ’scape the blow of your vile dart.
Your lies have whipped and lashed my soul to dust.

I have tried to win pure love, but lost.
Thus, I will plunge this knife to end my heart.
There is harshness and coldness in your lust.
Your lies have whipped and lashed my soul to dust.





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