If nothing makes sense,
Close your eyes and hold your breath
Submerge under water;
Don't answer the call of death.
Feel your heart faintly beating,
and the loud whisper of death calling.
It's a choice of letting go,
Or being brave enough to know,
That he will fall;
Fall like crooked dominoes.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
