Torment

The Stories comfort and hold me,
Inside a world that never ends,
The sorrow engulfs me
The pain is my torment,
Hollow shell is all I have become.

Tarnished in my previous Splendor,
Torn and broken like a rag doll,
Loved by a child then thrown to the wind,
Abandoned and abused,
Tortured and Tormented.


I lay fragmented on the floor,
A shred of my previous life all that remains,
My Soul a horrific dream to those who devoured it.

What woe is my life now,
What hurt has become of me?
Why do you taunt and tease me,
When what I truly want is your touch?

by TearRains
posted on 06/07/2008