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The colour of your words blinded me.
And I can taste the blood of my sanity.
The world, I can no longer feel.
This water flows unto me..
So I scream until someone hears me.
These months should be so minor.
Grace is gone.
The curtain falls to show black.
Then I'm all alone.
Shaping our ideas from memories.
Which way to be, which way to be.
The heart that never dies.
Or the heart that never lives.
Light is gone.
This atmosphere always makes me sick,
Whispers of misery.
Hold it tightly, or lose it.
Trying painfully hard,
Only to have the flood later.
March never fails to bring rain.
Breath is gone.
Wastelands before me.
The scent of loss, and tragedy.
Traveling on the Eastern winds.
Night falls around me.
The pressure makes me carry on.
Can we ever see clearly?
Heart is gone.
And I can taste the blood of my sanity.
The world, I can no longer feel.
This water flows unto me..
So I scream until someone hears me.
These months should be so minor.
Grace is gone.
The curtain falls to show black.
Then I'm all alone.
Shaping our ideas from memories.
Which way to be, which way to be.
The heart that never dies.
Or the heart that never lives.
Light is gone.
This atmosphere always makes me sick,
Whispers of misery.
Hold it tightly, or lose it.
Trying painfully hard,
Only to have the flood later.
March never fails to bring rain.
Breath is gone.
Wastelands before me.
The scent of loss, and tragedy.
Traveling on the Eastern winds.
Night falls around me.
The pressure makes me carry on.
Can we ever see clearly?
Heart is gone.
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Being inspired is a good thing
Awesome poem though
Awesome poem though