Dear Ann
Dear Ann, sorry this has come to end.
I hope you will remember that moment.
That day slowly burns.
A torch that cant be blown out.
The eternal flame.
Light it an go on.
But you better remember me.
Dear Ann,
sorry this has come to end.
We did everything right.
We were overwhelmed by that which still haunts me.
A child,
A child,
A mere child.
No mercy,
No pity,
Only regret.
Take a stand
Protect those whom cant do for them selves.
Become a scapegoat for the destruction of a castle I call hope.
I can still see the sickening smile as he admit it.
I would like to kill the son of bitch.
Dear Ann, sorry that it has come to end.
I hope someday I can be forgiven.
Blood for blood.
Can you really call that love.
A morbid sense of hate.
Their was just too much at stake.
Dear Ann, sorry that it has come to end.
Ugly is revenge.
A mortared face.
Scarred for ever.
I embrace.
With an overreaction.
Was it really about self satisfaction.
I want to share in this pain.
I want us to be same.
Equals in our own domain.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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