Quench a cigarette on my body
While you prepare a holy tragic story
Baptize the ritual
Convince the ignorance, you're right
I hear a voice under others
A "ssshh" warning for danger
Shooting poison, it's too late
Spending the day to offer me nightmares
Spending the night to give me reasons to kill my dreams
Why is the broken teaching me to grow?
Are all going to fade before the dawn or go with the flow?
The damage is already done
Should I try to fix it or throw it all away?
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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...
