Seven Years


Seven years down the drain,

Seven years of suffering and pain, 

torture and greif, 

finally a release. 

Chains are all broken. 

memories are erased,

twisted hearts still determined to the same old fate. 

Nothing is ever left the same.

No vows were written, none to be said, all ties can be cut now, 

for that heart is left for death. 

Muffled screams and horrific dreams will soon to fade. 

Seven years down the drain, 

no love to remain. 

Seven years, 

and its all thrown down in the pouring rain.


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