She sins
She sins
She sins
Lies again
Hides what she feels
Future
Past
Present
She is lost
No-one knows her
Time decays her flesh
Not content
Life with no purpose
She continues to play the devils game
A liar by day
Whore by night
I tried to open her beautiful eyes and mind
But she rather have the devils dick than
My words of wisdom
Addicted to the drug of sex
She becomes the host for the leeches
A young soul lost in a brittle body, rotting mind, but pure soul
She’s beyond purification
Blind as the others
Shell die among sheep a lost slaughtered soul
Looking to fill that lonely void in her
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Charles Wood
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Write what you feel, even if it doesn't make sense.
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