pantheon of broken dreams

October 13, 2012
By Anonymous

I am the lone drifter in your world of pretend. Manifested by the little things give away. Victimized by the constant disregarded for the love that I had for you. Yet still you you take your daggers forged in the fire's of your betrayal and rusted with the bloody reminder of what I have lost to your hatred for the only man who will ever be worthy of loving you To my fragile unguarded heart still you go on in unconcerned the gravity of the devastation which lies in the wake of your destructive wrath upon the crumbling foundations of my life. With no remorse you leave me alone to be washed away by the unstoppable force of my depression

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