Words thirty-six,
whispered to me,
wrapped in a cloth,
placed against my soul,
how it twisted me inside,
wanting to die,
breaking my heart,
draining my life,
my withered body you left,
my soul you stole,
you used me,
abused me,
told me your lie,
you hissed in my ear,
you shook me with fear,
and now all I can do,
is wait for you,
as you move on to the next,
plotting and planning,
my vengeance,
and,
your death.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
In one way or another we have all been there
your voice on this one was crystal clear
Excellent work
Great post
As Sheldon Always
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Thanks so much, I felt as a sign of the days, I’ll attempt to challenge myself to a few words, that include the countdown… thanks so much for reading 👍
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