my world is being shattered to peices
by cold seated deep in your heart
in a chest where nothing is beating
still something is ready to start
my faith is being shielded by dreaming
of mould covered stone walled love
that’s only a reason for... living?
or leaving is destined above?
your love is one seldom avowed
by word fleeting more like a chill
that craving for blood beaten marvel
alive turned by force of my wll
your world is but miles from my own
its laws – pretty similar lies
we’ve mown just the same as was sown
by ending in mutual ties
locally blown up
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