a pale skin that starting to shed off,
before, it's a plain white but now it's blue.
the smoke is dancing all over my dead body as it's still longing for your hunters, searching for the helpless wanted.
but they caught me down the rabbit hole as i was singing your lullabies.
it should be over by now, but i'm still in the prison of unprepared aftermath.
but it wasn't to be called aftermath at all because it's all rehearsed.
i'm so tired, and now it's time to let go to cut this invisible string to heal my dying heart.
it's time to close the book just to build this bridges of hope and beacon that i prayed.
it's time to sleep under your daisy smile that i used to crave, every single hour that you weren't near.
it's a bland goodbye, but a faithful new beginnings.
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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.
