A garden of brambles, roses and thorns
A body that's beaten, a mind that is torn.
A soul in torment, thoughts locked away.
Hands and fingers that just want to play,
Tracing loving circles on soft naked skin.
Instead carving out rivers to wash away sin.
A heart stops beating, a body that's cold.
Secrets now buried, remaining untold
A pain that is ended, sin washed away
A life sacrificed so that others can stay,
Secure in belief that their fantasy's real.
A soul now destroyed, reality concealed.
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