7 Angels 7 Plagues — The Commentator's Despair
Reflection in her tears.
I can still feel that sight of relief.
Confided in me.
I feel safe in your arms.
The picture in her mind with the reinvented fear that had long since settled deep in her inside.
I wish i knew your feelings.
I cannot catch the depth.
I can only merely scratch the surface.
Filled with all those precious memories of the spirit you've destroyed.
Contracted, is a most horrifying infection.
That's robbed security and destroyed trust.
My heart burns true.
I am forever changed.
The sun is black and i am ashamed.
Like her, this will never leave me.
Oh precious memories.