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fragments of a tortured tormented soul
Like glass, I was shadderd when I knew I had nothing left in my dark soul tormented to the core and bones. Broken heat torn apart tortured my fragments of my lifeline and lifelong body no spirit left to be repaired or mended. Shattering thoughts and nothing to be remembered. Lifeless body ached with terrible pain personally I felt like I was ashamed. Lonely as a god damn loser, no one had a clue how I felt. Without myself, it hard to bare with my own self help. Very distressed and brittle and fragile like a damn porcelain doll. tormented and though out it all I stood like twig or weed.
Fought as hard as hell to fight these evil thoughts of evil demonic demons I thought I could bare with my own two hand I can't believe to share. My eyes are opened wild and un-free and I battle of remnants of the broken shadderd soul withered and very cold. I say that this is fragments of the tortured tormented soul. withing spirit whispers away free again from death decay.
Fought as hard as hell to fight these evil thoughts of evil demonic demons I thought I could bare with my own two hand I can't believe to share. My eyes are opened wild and un-free and I battle of remnants of the broken shadderd soul withered and very cold. I say that this is fragments of the tortured tormented soul. withing spirit whispers away free again from death decay.
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