SlowlyBleeding

My dreams are nothing but a haze
2005-04-26 00:38:30 (UTC)

Penitent Child

Procured trust, this child lost.

Efforts wasted by one lie.

Never has he fealt regret so profoundly.

Intimate detials he had to hide.

Timid this child is,

Entering into the unknown.

Narrow is the door to felicity.

This penitent child is all alone.




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