Tell me how I'm still here
Why , why can't I just disappear?
Why is something holding me back?
This feeling
No matter how far I run I can't escape
This feeling
I'm far too gone to be saved; it's too late
I'm running to the "save yourself" lane
No , I know it wasn't meant to go this way
But there's no way to escape
Cause even there my death train awaits
Every second's like hitting the "refresh" option
But everything just stays the same
Thoughts swirl around
My head's working overtime
Trying to keep me underground where my breath meets the grave
But trying to keep me alive for as long as it can
I'm lost with empty heart beats
I'm crying "save me , save me" in my polite ,
innocent-seeming questions
(Can you hear me ? Can you hear me?)
And I'm screaming "you can't save me , you won't save me " in your failed attempts
I'm breathing but my lungs are tired of life
My eyes can see anything but the light
My body crawls in darkness
Guess the soul doesn't grow far from the flower's stem
I'm lost with empty heart beats again
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Field Of Darkness
Poetry"And i was in darkness So darkness I became" - Unknown This is the sequel to Field Of Roses. Please keep reading and voting! ♡♡
