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My bailing angel
The scars on my face were plain for anybody to see.
And yet, yet they hid my soul.
Whoever, whatever they saw, it was never me.
But there was a time when I felt whole.
A time when I believed I could be more
more than a beast, deep down in the core.
But one night, years ago, they stole it from me
my life, my love, my soul, my destiny.
And what remained was an empty shell,
to continue living, struggling, failing.
When he disappeared behind bars my heart did as well,
so now I just wait and wonder, will you be the angel bailing?
And yet, yet they hid my soul.
Whoever, whatever they saw, it was never me.
But there was a time when I felt whole.
A time when I believed I could be more
more than a beast, deep down in the core.
But one night, years ago, they stole it from me
my life, my love, my soul, my destiny.
And what remained was an empty shell,
to continue living, struggling, failing.
When he disappeared behind bars my heart did as well,
so now I just wait and wonder, will you be the angel bailing?
Published 6th Feb 2010
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