Lock and Key

Where does it come from? Where to begin?

The memories of you now fading strong..

I long to see your face. Hear your voice..

This darkness that resides within, a hate that dwells refusing to release me..

Where does it come from, this capsule of guilt?

Vile and twisted, a padlock on my soul..

Soon we will walk together on pastures new..

Our time now only an echo in my mind..

This soreness in my heart it replays, never missing a beat.. 

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