now I stand before this home;
once my paradise, now my doom;
endless pain this nightmare brings;
to wealth, dare you say I cling.
I sing this melody of pain;
yet you speak only of unreal vain;
once my home, now my doom;
once my birthplace, now my tomb.
my life a gamble you said;
nothing I say matters until you're dead;
I'm nothing more than Death's last bet;
yet I saw your arms once as a safety net.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
