To late 

A damaged, fragile soul in this twisted world 

So hungry for love, so starving for affection 

Frame frail, worn with the burdens you carry 

An easy target with no one to give direction 

Alone in this world, staying with strangers 

You met a man who promised the world 

But dark shadows, crept towards your soul 

Wind gushing, pulling you into the storm 

It felt like a new start, fresh surroundings 

Don’t even notice the vines twisting  

Wrapping themselves, binding you down 

Till you were just another cognito listing 

The vines deception, felt like warmth 

Like a hug on a sunny midsummer day 

Finally felt home, they took care of you 

But in exchange they traded your soul 

Made of light, so you gave and you gave

You would do anything to prove your love  

Unknowingly, being led to your early grave 

On the ledge just waiting for the shove 

No longer of use, now you’re just evidence

Sitting while you wait, for your inevitable fate 

Thinking it’s love, while they’re making plans 

You won’t even realize, till it’s much to late 

~The Awakened Dreamer