Calamity of Sin

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 23:38 -- 14hoska

Her heart is slowly dying.

Her scars grow deeper and deeper.

As she is no longer trying.

Only watching the calamity beat her.


The fire surrounds her soul.

She can no longer breathe, just take it in.

She now faces her final tole,

The smoke collapses her body full of sin.


She can smell her flesh burn.

She knew what she did as the ashes seep into her shirt.

Her mind can now only adapt and learn,

Through all of the pain, through all of the hurt.


Now is the time.

To throw it all in the past and leave it behind.


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