GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 245

With every single lash of the whip That you called words, By every inch of the shackle that You adorned me with. The torture you said you were bound To provide me with In bounty! I was amazed by the ways You strangled my dreams, Seduced me with lies Just to suffocate. The once green soul, now tired Yellow and feeble Didn't even bother to say goodbye. The lifeless soul flew high above Into the darkest sky. 245