Crooked

Crooked minds, and restless eyes

The world way to bent and far beyond

Cruel, deep, dark words taunting thee

Bringing much pain to ones heart hurting thee

Trying to escape, but trapped inside

With no where to run and no where to hide

Screaming loud but cant be heard

Behind wicked voices and shapeless curves

Waiting patiently the day to exhale

And break thyself of ones casted spell

 

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