A shattered mind filled with unknown memories search for something to think.
Distracting from the sadness that i would feel.
Nothing comes inside that broken mind, just loud words and angry lines.
A shattered place that is not mine, this home that I've born inside.
I never chose to live the life I've lived, so why do I blame myself for begin like this?
And a killer didn't want to kill, ending anyways in regrets.
Someone call it self-defense, but he is just rotting in guilt.
becoming what his blood what him to become.
And I'm a sinner as much as that one, killing myself slowly for you.
Missing the place I've called home.
Just a memory freezing inside me, I search for anything I could see as familiar.
A bloody mess on the floor, blurring my view.
Fearing everyone and their capacity to makes me love regardless the pain that will cause me.
Fearing you far from where I was.
When the sun's light hurts my view and darkness is slowly coming surrounding my way ,while you were getting tired of waiting me, slowly moving forward.
Patience, please, I beg you to don't lose your kindness and scream.
Cause I've seen enough of the ugly part of human begins.
Patience, please, don't let myself get killed by the bet my heart put on you.
And again I've risk it all for this cruel nature I can't unchose.
Loving cause I got to.
A warm hug it's going to feel like choking.
A special prison for those who aren't made to have love.
Something like this doesn't exist, but the killer getting killed believe it still.
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I guess I'll do poetries here
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Called home
Poetrywhat do you call home? a place, a person or a memory? maybe a song, a picture still inside your room... maybe them all, maybe nothing can let yourself feel calm enough to call it home. A lot of different scenarios with different experiences, what w...
