Ballard of a Tortured Soul

by Danny   Jan 2, 2006


The blood does drip,
The pain is a trip.
Falling from sanity,
In her heart no humanity.
One day at a time,
She wont be mine.

The blade cuts deep,
leaving me in a Heep.
Thoughts of suicide haunt my head,
The police have come and found me dead.
The Ballard of a tortured soul,
in my head only a hole.

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