One lost and dying soul, and one burning hatred. |
Wounded Spirit My skin becomes pale Pale as the winter's moon Lifting the veil My time comes too soon Lying in the wilderness Amidst the bleakest gale I realize in bitterness I was destined to fail My life's blood seeps slowly From stinging, burning wounds Staining my crippled body Doubtless, soaking through Drawing my final breath My eyes glaze in new light I feel the warmth of death Grant rest from this eternal fight But sorrow drowns my soul And hate boils in my heart It forces me to let go Of my desire to depart What love did I receive? What mercy did I find? The world could only deceive Thrusting regret upon my mind It is here I decide My soul will remain A soul which can't confide A secret that's been slain I vow to haunt the stealers Of so many innocent lives I swear to make them suffer For every wretched lie They will see my wounded spirit They'll fall to their knees and cry "I'll change who I am! I swear it!" With pleasure I'll reply "You had your chance at life You wasted it, barren and dry You bring nothing but strife Now it's your turn to die." November 7, 2009 |