Ripped and torn right from the middle.
Burnt and bruised, whats left to consider?
Pleaded and screamed, this is a new level
Stitched the wounds, are you the forgiver?
Tarnished and rusted, I risked it all
Satan or God, for whom was i born?
Half way through a game unknown
Still waiting for the elusive dawn!
Words By Spardha, Shoot By Vogue Italia May 2009
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