The guilt's a burden on my soul,
I'm choking on my selfdisgust.
I'll never crawl out of this swamp
Of loneliness and broken trust.
My mind is raging with the thoughts,
That storm inside my fallen head.
The pain from venom-poisoned heart
'S the only sign that I'm not dead.
I shift my gaze, to find you there.
I reach for you - my chance for strand.
Just to recieve another blow
To my outstrached in friendship hand.
With one swift move you raise my hopes,
Just to go back and crush them down.
With cold and ruthless steely glare
You turn away and let me drown.
My Swamp
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2008
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