With my dreams crushed
And stained with bloody lies
I hold them with my bare hands
With the cuts that slithers trough my fingers
I am willing to sacrifice
I can be hopeless at times
But give me an inspiration
And I will fight for my rights
My bravery has been shattered
But I am willing to pick every piece
With the bones broken on my knees
Since it is better than cowardice
I will not let treachery
I will not let cruelty
I will not let hatred and judgement empower me
My instincts says I'll prosper
Between all my sobs and cries and bruise
But its something I'm willing to dare
After all, I have nothing else to loose
With my blood that wiped the carpet
With my eyes that bulged its feelings
With my thoughts lingering at the moment
With my heart that shrieks it's sings
I'll carry on with what I have
Turning my back on a so called "past"
With a new beginning resting on my palms
I'll live on without returning
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The Gothic Poetry
ŞiirAs a person with mysterious visions, I present my Gothic Art. From the Poems that I wrote, Just came from the heart. I write to express, My thought and creativeness. For showing a side of me, That you haven't even guessed. With the fantasies I dr...