It's cold my body frozen
Being punished for not paying something that I owe him
beaten whispers and slashed
the day I fight will never be my last breaking through the cold
The hatred and pain
I did wrong I'm the only one to blame
the fire wells up inside of me
Something to hide what could it be
Wanting to fight back and let it free
But I have a creed an oath a pact
Keep it till the day I die it's never gonna crack
Stay hidden hide the stain the blood on your wrist the last and only pain
YOU ARE READING
Skarlet Love
PoésieAn enthralling set of poems tormenting your heart and mind pulling you in for love Then pushing you back with hate
