I've developed a disease.
The disease of needing you.
Now, this "cure has come too late."
I'm a wreck inside.
Although I look great and smile outside.
I hide the tears that I've cried
Through my hardened and useless pride.
You tried to hide the wounds that you have caused.
You have tried to clean the blood you've spilt from my veins.
I sought the right soldiers and they have seen the stains.
They beat you. With me. In this battle.
Now, you shall remain locked away in your own shame.
There are no exits for you.
After what you did to me...
What will **** you is your blame.
Tortures you.
A justitified sentence.
Now stare out your prison..see that fence.
I'll be standing their. Physically and Mentally..
To taunt you to quicken the death.
Of your kind that took my innocense...so long ago.
Let liberty shine and glow.