I walk down the path my souls split in half ;
feet giggle starved let me hear a real laugh.
Broken hearted and the sky be red
raw empty aired shell No warmth in the core.
Spent two months in my chained up room
living the moment know it end soon.
The darkness surrounds but time goes on
I've done it for me but it seems so wrong.
I've seen enough pain and I've seen enough love let
my own raven be bleached to a dove.
Grief starves my ears can't hear violins
I can't see my future shrouded by sins.
If all ends tommrow il remember my mind
I'll be missing my motion because I've missed all my time
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Poetry that Poisons Those of Sound Mind
PoetryA Space of Words that Normally Come Together in a Sequence of Rhyme
