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#8

A Soul's Poetry

XXjoeyXX

Nov 7, 2015

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I see him as a little boy,921Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdzMxEXcFQ

Not a day past five

On the very last day

That he felt alive

Back before he knew the rush

From the sharp end of a blade921Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyy9HTZCvm6

Before the nights of terror

Where the truth all fades away

Back when innocence921Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEi2NFhwMPZ

Was something he still knew

Stead of being a fragile boy

Beaten black and blue

And theres a skeleton in the closet

Who makes an awful clack

Trying to call attention to

The boy who slipped through the crack

Now too many years have passed

To take away his pain

Even though the battle is done

And the dragon slayed

The warrior has injuries

That reach into his soul

And a childhood of hurt

That has nowhere to go.

So he hides beneath his armor921Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ85qReaztnA

And built up all the walls

And curled up inside his fortress

Scared that they would fall

And peeks out from the shadows

Sometimes throughout the year

Everybody sees his armor

But they can't see his fear

Everybody sees his armor

But nobody sees his tears

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#3 When Tongues are Cut

#4 I Promise I'll Clean Up This Mess

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#9 Life and Death

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#17 Into The Void

#18 "Not Good Enough"

#20 Closing Remarks