𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴𝕴 || 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 ~ 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

in an abandoned park i sit silently,
and contemplate the meaning of life but truly living...
the plants here are dead and so is my soul,
but i have yet to grow old

it's the middle of the fall and it's silent,
like unknown violence as i was subjected to by a girl,
and the ivy winding up the old playground reminds me of my soul rotting...

and there are spots of blood on the ground, dried ones, i think which leads me to wonder what could've happened here...
the world is a terrible place, truly and honestly
because people says it's over and plead their innocence
when that's never how it was meant to end

i accidentally prick my finger on a thistle and it bleeds,
blood bright and warm,
and sometimes... i feel like i deserve pain
but then the clouds from up above burst open and it starts to rain

and i run, run, run... into the trees
never to be seen, again
because since when did i ever matter to anyone?
i didn't...
and blood runs down my finger and my tears run dry,
but something tells me, i'm free, for tonight

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||free|| ~ angel