I’ve lost my words
For all that I could say was dull.
Irrupted world revolves mad thoughts
In my cemented skull.
I’m broke in two.
Defunct, disgusted and destroyed.
No fire lit can turn skies blue
When all my hopes are void.
To be or die?
A choice can shelter me from stress.
I need a dream to lift me high
Above the plains of death.
Pain makes me week
And sick,
bleak,
No wish to speak,
About to freak
I simply lick
Tears on my cheek...
Alive or dead…
Sighted or blind…
No life ahead…
No past behind…
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The desperate
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