Lost

Lost,

Found,

Broken,

Saved,

Hurt,

Help,

Is there an end to this pain?

Scarred,

Maimed,

Scared,

Slain,

A savior will find you, and bring end to your pain.

No longer believing, no longer alive,

Breaths are now lost,

No tears left to cry.

Large angel wings, like a large iron shield,

No more whips will find you,

No more shattered glass,

No more demons will haunt you,

No more storms will swarm you,

And steal your last breath.

 

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