Scream,
But I won't come back,
And now he knows,
How it is,
To be truly,
Abandoned.
I won't ever look back again.
So he knows now,
He was the one,
Who was wrong.
This is his Funeral,
I am walking away from.
YOU ARE READING
Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
