Pure Sorrow-My Fault
• Written by SpurWilly
Man, my [crew gone dead],
an I can't bring them back,
[blood red] was where I lead,
then put them under attack.
Now when I look back,
I see the brain I lack,
to see that we were a pack,
and put on a track,
that led to our demise.
A room filled high with cries,
questions that end in whys.
Though I know I can't speak,
for all my crew's lost shrieks.
As my own heart beat sweeps,
my nation off it's feet,
my pain seems endlessly,
untouched and left soo bleak.
I gain that it's my fault,
pain wound filled with salt,
vain where we were halt.
Love for dead friends may seem,
quite dumb but see I deem,
good friends an a close team.
So just unlock the gates,
let the pain flow in with fate,
swear that I've got no hate,
hold my crew soo late.
Won't end in peace,
cause my team is decease.
Though they can't change,
but I can't exchange,
heartfelt until the end,
within this [message I send]...
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SpurWilly
Member since December 2 2015