Torture
Twisted minds subcultured kinds
sounds from in the night
it takes away the light from day
and makes thier life not right.
Angry words cut like a sword
they often disagree
once not at all now to great the wall
taking her away from he.
It brings him down this round and round
why does this have to be
he did his best more than the rest
to no avail he sees.
Past regrets can not forget
forgiveness seldom known
violent scenes and broken dreams
and hearts turned into stone.
A beatless drum each rising sun
again there is no change
an endless lope with little hope
there lifes seem prearranged.
Those answers souight to countless thoughts
their convictions forced to bend
bring a strange desire to cause a fire
so all might come to end.
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