Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Emotional Holocaust

The night was a monster
And life, a pun.
His heart was the holster,
And the truth, his gun.

The words were shot,
And the soul was lost.
She was left to rot,
In emotional holocaust.

Every word he spoke,
Gave a new pain to her,
Such a decent bloke!!
How could he err?

The gleam in her eyes,
Was lost to tears,
Doing good was vice,
And her love, her fear.

He held a different hand,
And lived away in glory.
Lost in emotional holocaust,
Here ends her story.


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