THE MIST

Through a mist of doubt we travel

To create what we experience

A life that stabs our every move

When in darkness we traverse

And bleed wounds by self-infliction

In love we victimize 

For fear of solitude

We drink wine of death and sorrow

Then regret is what we breathe

When we loose those who adore us

Since vile action we inflict

It's a choice it's not a sentence

We are not blind to what we see!

Written by: Lorena Suarez
Copyright © 2012 [Copyright Lorena Suarez]
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Music
Raul DiBlasio/Jusqu'a'Toi