Even I need air.
For this place is a disgrace but it takes away my breath all at the same time.
So ugly,
So dirty,
Yet still, so alive.
Even I need love.
For in this time are we deprived as the bell chimes there is no freedom behind these words, we are caged,
We must purge,
Cull and rid of all things that we know,
Hurt.
Even I need guidance.
For this world can get so dark,
We're walking the tight rope at night,
Trying our hardest not to fall and those that fall and can never come back,
They fell in the darkness.
There is no track to follow back we lost these children to their thoughts
Which were as dark as the nights when they walk the right rope
And what a shame,
What a terrible, terrible shame,
That our thoughts kill
Just as much as a gun can.
I need air, love and guidance
For there is none on nights like these,
When the tide is out and there is no breeze,
I can't breathe and I can barely see through the dark as I walk the tightrope.
I walk the tightrope
you do not walk alone, I walk with you
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S O U L P O E T
ПоэзияA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
