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The Keys

The keys to my heart

Thrown in the abyss

Left discarded.


Pain picked them up

Entered my soul

Fed me torture, despair.


I turned from the light

On this day

I wouldn't be played the fool again.


I would don a mask of hate

For my soul to be toyed with so cruelly

Evil must be my true mate.


It never discarded my heart, my soul

Never starved me

Fed me the pain, that kept me going.


Never asked me to be anything but what I am

To me this is real love

Accepted as one is.


The keys to my heart

Once so carelessly discarded

Are now cherished, kept and ever so guarded.
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 8th Feb 2011
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