Teary eyes in the dark night
Drowned breaths in the back of my lungs
Red skin and eyes
No reason for lies
A well known figure in front of the mirror
A dead sculpture remains in zone zero
Your numb expression will stay in place
And then, another one will strike your ace
Make it bleed more
It's easy for someone who has water for blood
Stoned liquid, dry repeated procedure
There's no time for notes on your schedule
Just let it crush you once again
And you will reborn through lullabies from your death bed
Don't be afraid, it will be over
Until lightnings start over
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
