Your past is our burden
Insuperable memories torment our heart
Ruthless and wicked,
A fiend in the darkness
Agony and terror salivate at her presence
Never changing and fraught with mischief,
Destruction forever clings to her sides and noxious is the air she breaths
A vacuous being, with an alluring disguise
Always craving attention,
Promising affection
Still, the temperament of a soul cannot be changed
And once again you have fallen into the dark folds of her cave like heart
Never to be reclaimed by the sunlight
Forever living in the passionate pains of your past
The bane of our existence