Destroyed

I see it in her eyes, the pain unrealised,
What is it that scarred her so? For all her soul to show,
I can never know, but soon i'll wish I could.
All she shows is fake, image she tried so hard to make,
Her bitter sweetness, life's a lie, i'll find the truth, at least i'll try.
I could have stayed away, lord knows I should.
The pain she holds it overflows, emotional dam that she built blows,
Floods out into my heart, attacks me at my weakest part,
I fall back.. Her bitter tears carress my face.
Savage onslaught of repressed release, seemingly endless without cease,
Then in my arms I watch her die, behind her image nothing lies,
Her sweetness vanished without trace..

Nicholas Bronson

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