under the may skies hiding from corporeality,
we're all letting our hearts out to hear them out.
but these days were momentary and also unnecessary.
should i keep it alive or burn them?
in the back of my mind, there's one i can trust.
numerous of familiar faces but he stayed.
but every time there's sunlight, they always disappearing,
like a vampire in disguise but i can hear them so near.
you'll be fine, i told myself like i always be.
but when this month ends, i'll be imprisoned again to the tunnel of past where i belong.
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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.
