The Confines of His Heart…

His soul is now, kept bound, to the confines of his heart, he’d done, one bad deed after another, and, this is, god KNOWS how long ago, since the very FIRST SIN he’d committed, and, he’s still, keeping AT it!

The confines of his heart, it’s, so dark, you can’t see a single thing, because the darkness of his soul had, invaded, infected, and, taken OVER his heart now, and his heart just, rammed around, trying, to break FREE from this iron-clad, gilded cage that it’s been kept locked up in.

not my sketch…

The confines of his heart, nobody KNOWS what’s in there, and, NOBODY DARED to venture close to find out, not even him himself! The confines of his heart, it’d held, all those secrets of his younger years, beating heart, with every pulse, waiting, for their chances, to BREAK loose, and when that happens, there will be, H-E-L-L that he is surely to, experience, to the FULLEST extent!

The confines of his heart, are guarded, by those monsters that lurked under his bed, inside his closets, during his childhood years, and, as he grew older, he’d, slowly, erased them from his mind, but, they all, remembered him, because he had one thing they feed off of, F-E-A-R………


About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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