Wicked hearts you play your games
But in reality it’s you you’ll betray
For fear guides your heart of stone
Turns to ice, forever alone
You hate with a vehement passion
Not really understanding your reason
Blaming everyone else you’re told to blame
This the story for people like you, the same
I don’t understand your blindness
Or your full on wickedness
Do you not have a soul at all?
You are nothing but a sad lost fool
You need help to understand all around you
Not everything is black and white but shades of blue
Somewhere in their, deep inside
I hope your humanity shall no longer hide
I’m not religious but I pray for your soul
Because it saddens me that the devil you it sold
Full of deep resentment and sour taste
From the bitter apple you have eaten in haste
I have hope you will see beyond your pride
Your ignorance and fear will find elsewhere to hide
For the wicked hearts like yours should be set free
Maybe then the truth of all and you can you finally see
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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