Neither alive nor dead am I
I no longer exist in the real world
Soul stuck in a forgotten timeline
Body still breathing, kicking
I'm no angel
Not a devil
I don't haunt
I just live
Draining my emotions
To stop being human
Trying to let go
Of life's death grip
Oh! The irony!
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Ebony Snow And Ivory Holes
Poésie((Previously known as Bleeding Darkness)) Grasping reality. Ignoring the world. Embracing fantasy. Running from the voices. A tragicomedy, The world is; With happy-go-luckies And sad cynics. Confusing thoughts are tossed back and forth, In the mind...
