Bleeding bodies, with yours on top of mine, it's difficult to breathe. Little did I know, that you in red would look so fine. Apocalyptic, lives taken, we're all flowing down stream. Hearing distant snapping in my ears, for my eyes have rolled into a dream. But, everything, everything is so clean, the colours, figures, and the yellow salted sky. What's this life that I've been living, all truths turned out to be lies. To lead myself to death, as I've been following him ever since. Well, here I am, reminded that this life has always been a gift. The rift of time, it's for me to decide, to take a leap, or stay here in red. Frankly, it's the fact that I've forgotten to live that has caused me to die. To open my eyes again once more, could bring me back to life, and out of this horror.
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Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
