You're animalistic, so it's only logical to stab you in the back
So as to spur you on, the same way horses are with lashes on their buttocks
How could you call it betrayal then?
When I brought you caution of the inherent sandstorm.
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Bludgeoned Soul
PoesíaPerhaps sparks of compassion is flaring up in your veins, The qualities of a hero - surfacing A longing to save me, to end my pain If you're reading this, its probably too late For I am nothing but a bludgeoned soul
