Ooh, my these damn thoughts,
Will they ever stop, I fear not.
How I wish could bare to break those words;
I made to myself that dreadful night.
That night when the blade laid: Disappointed for it not doing what I tried so hard to accomplish.
Being reminded that my earthly job was not yet completed.
Damn, these intrusive thoughts surely its my curse,
Its as they would say payment from the Devil for the sins I've done.
Damn, these thoughts I will not be able to rest peacefully till, I take my very last breath.
Regardless how many times I pray to the Almighty above, these shackles of wicked damned notions of thoughts, I shall take to my grave.
*Thoughts*
By Victoria Elizabeth
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