Your hatred runs deep
Pure and untainted
Hands over me
Eyes closed senses heightened
A lock and a key
No doors to open
Breath in my ear
A question unspoken
A chance encounter
A twist of fate
A hand upon my neck
Trust and lies
Bruises and scars
Questions never ending
Hope and trust
Rage a must
A cycle
Our doom impending
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
Your hatred runs deep
Pure and untainted
Hands over me
Eyes closed senses heightened
A lock and a key
No doors to open
Breath in my ear
A question unspoken
A chance encounter
A twist of fate
A hand upon my neck
Trust and lies
Bruises and scars
Questions never ending
Hope and trust
Rage a must
A cycle
Our doom impending
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