This is real, this is my life
A damned soul searching for light
Born into a world that was
Cold and dark as deepest night
The hand that was dealt
Was my cards for life
A loser hand that left condemned
A life of torment with no winning hand
All my blood, sadness, pain and sorrow
Wasn't enough my cards read
That my loser hand would also
Leave me crippled in the end
Taking what life I had ripping it away
From my souls core
Leaving me helpless, leaving me weak
Leaving me destined to a hand that can't be beat.
💀BROKEN187SOUL 💀
Copyright 10-04-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem