the voices inside the chamber crashed the stormy news above my throat.
that was the beginning of being stab by swords every single daylight, but stay quiet,
they also fall asleep at night.
an innocent moment always assure to turned into nightmares,
an innocent smile but they save these growling plans to play into my head, in bed.
but i still wake up like a normal person,
still stepping slowly to find the clues.
still hopping gently to seek unexpected prophecies,
but the loop is already filming as the future is sailing.
maybe in the end, i'll find peace.
where i'll sew the parts that i've lost into my mind, body and soul.
maybe in the end, i'll be there.
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Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
