My world has been trampled upon so ruthless... so careless soul defiled conscience profaned marks still show... against the pristine beauty of the immaculate snow
Bleeding wounds bruises fresh blare like a trumpet of a victory... so unjust
Indignity of offence insignificance of existence brutality oblivious to a defeat.. so ignominious
It Hurts !it Hurts!
Innocence innate values inveterate so much is lost... never to be regained.
A face scarred identity lost nothing remains..... the looks so cruelly marred
Time an evil ogre scoops deftly another victim falls prey just as my heart bleeds and my head consoles...
