turned to morbid sounds of death.
Beautiful resounding music,
became the eerie bells of doom.
Love turned to hate.
Life turned to decay.
This is what has become of my soul.
What has brought about this change?
Oh, yes, I remember now…
it was your hateful words that pierced my entirety,
like a knife through my pulsating heart,
which now can never be repaired.
Written by Angela Ostrander ©1998
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