Hell Hath No Fury On Me
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read
Iniquity in the fabric of my being
Parts shackled, unspoken, unseen
Dark chords playing, demons taking
Pieces of my fragile heart breaking….
it weeps for you
Vilified reflections looking back
Dreary roads along this haunted journey home
Parts of my soul despondent and cold
Blackened memories I once knew
Hell hath no fury on me
