The shelter they coloured black,
for the wicked and insane,
the green mask that hid your definitive face,
you throw the first fist to show your strength,
and stomped on pride when you made sure no else was around,
you made the darkest your strength and the light your weakness,
you fought as if you had pride to hurt and so much to gain,
was it the jealously that ran though your blood as you watched the rose fall to the floor covered in blood,
you shown the sin and evil within, you will ever know darkness and live in the gloom from the actions taken by evil letting from your holes,
you will pay for your sins and the devil will come to take his keep.
About the Creator
Sarah-jane Annison
be your spirit and be who you are, I've lived in fear and pain and now its time and I want to be heard.
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