by bhavna

Entwined by vines of past,choking me till i'll breath my lastChains of gold stopping my soul,whining to escape tired of its rolesThis fear inside me tearing me apartGrowing as I growBecoming as I becomeI'm trying hard to keep what little is left of meIts hard to bear this paineven harder to make you seehow you have killed me in bitsyour ideals digging me deephitting me like cold watermaking me wince even in sleepMy heart is pouring crimson truththat i'll never be what i wasthe cut is too deepand somehow i can't let it passMy blood won't be able to wash awaymy sins, the regrets of my lifeThe more i try to hide it in my graspthe more my soul is slipping away, with tide that was