QueenSusanofNarnia
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You're sitting on a cold
stone floor,
not knowing what's going on
with you.
One second you're with your friends,
then next you're with your thoughts.
Alone.
I'm telling you this,
so that you know,
the pain you caused.
You've driven the thorn
deeper into the wound,
and it can't be pulled out again.
Scarred for life,
I must regret,
ever seeing your face.
But temptation called you,
I suppose, and
you let temptation prevail again.
That finger,
I wish it was gone,
or else paralyzed.
Because if it was,
it would not go back,
that milimeter it did.
Speeding through the dark,
it found its target.
And the sound of rippping flesh,
does it do you good?
Does it soothe you like you
think it should?
And the sound of the youth's cry,
not like that of a frolicing lamb,
but that of a griever.
Does it do you good to
pierce through living flesh,
tearing it apart?
And now you sit,
alone.
Because of what you have done.
And I watch with the rightful
contemptment and disdain
I deserve.
stone floor,
not knowing what's going on
with you.
One second you're with your friends,
then next you're with your thoughts.
Alone.
I'm telling you this,
so that you know,
the pain you caused.
You've driven the thorn
deeper into the wound,
and it can't be pulled out again.
Scarred for life,
I must regret,
ever seeing your face.
But temptation called you,
I suppose, and
you let temptation prevail again.
That finger,
I wish it was gone,
or else paralyzed.
Because if it was,
it would not go back,
that milimeter it did.
Speeding through the dark,
it found its target.
And the sound of rippping flesh,
does it do you good?
Does it soothe you like you
think it should?
And the sound of the youth's cry,
not like that of a frolicing lamb,
but that of a griever.
Does it do you good to
pierce through living flesh,
tearing it apart?
And now you sit,
alone.
Because of what you have done.
And I watch with the rightful
contemptment and disdain
I deserve.
