![]() TornA Poem by sheila.jThis is it gone, done, and over what's left is used to cover these dirty sins and dreams torn apart at the seams Yanked the heart strings right out giving no sympathy to the shout of a soul leaving the body young but not completely unready so take your shaking hands stick them in the blades of a fan enjoy the feeling of ripping apart fear the smile you had from the start no one lives to see the day when they all walk astray what's living if you've died since the first breath you cried but burry your head in the sand blindly look for a helping hand one that will slap you the next moment scorned if you don't smile at the torment don't tell me about a full life when someday you'll be holding this knife
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