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Scar
Tear these inhibitions from side to side.
O god there is nothing left but a naked soul to hide.
Such a pretty picture, a scar to paint.
The only lines left are worn and faint.
A soul left waiting for what could have been.
A heart still wanting of what lies within.
This soul is spread cold and thin.
O god there's nothing left worth salvaging.
Unfortunate fate, the guiding ring.
The bond, the trap, a new beginning.
Lost, found and withering.
This soul, this life with no meaning.
O god there's nothing left but wondering.
O god there is nothing left but a naked soul to hide.
Such a pretty picture, a scar to paint.
The only lines left are worn and faint.
A soul left waiting for what could have been.
A heart still wanting of what lies within.
This soul is spread cold and thin.
O god there's nothing left worth salvaging.
Unfortunate fate, the guiding ring.
The bond, the trap, a new beginning.
Lost, found and withering.
This soul, this life with no meaning.
O god there's nothing left but wondering.
Published 8th Aug 2015
| Edited 10th Aug 2015
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9th Aug 2015 1:06pm
With out suffering...how do we then know our soul, or at least dance in the shadows wanting to touch it's light that perhaps is a reflection of the light of another's. I am dancing in yours! Well done. Genacherib11
