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Wicked Twister

I'm tired of the games

 

The circles run and old tricks stuck on repeat

 

For all its worth, what little that is

 

Time after time I have ruined something pure

 

Taken what was bestowed upon her

 

And tossed it right back in her face

 

Evil and corrupt I walk this path

 

Some kind of monster I have become

 

Second chances pass me by

 

Almost daily it would seem I ignore them

 

My salvation stands beside me all the while

 

Ever the more I push it further away

 

Crash and burn, let my fire die slowly

 

Unprecedented disregard

 

Where is the cliff that should lay in front of me?

 

Down this path so absent of light

 

Soon I should be forgotten

 

Lost in a place no one will find me

 

Better will I leave this place

 

No longer tormented by my ways

 

Lives left to happier days

 

Selfish, twisted and wicked

 

No one left to burden

 

On myself it will all lie

 

Turned inward to destroy its creator

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May 20, 2012
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