I have a story of a dead soul and struggling heart.
The soul was dead but the heart was wondering,
If there's someone going to rescue ,
If there's someone going to care.
The heart loved deeply , hard and real.
The brain was always warning ,
" be aware they don't love you."
"Be aware of the Stories you don't want to believe. "
Heart loved insanely, never wanted to believe, never wanted to see the unspoken truths, the deep buried stories
But when it witnessed it believed ,
The heart was dead and so was the soul ,
are we even living ?
We are just surviving
On the pain of the heart, the body and soul
On the pain we live ,
We breathe the pain,
Embrace the lies.
I'm dead to love , reaching out my hand to death.
It tastes sweet ,
It will devour me ,
Take all the pain away.
Will you rescue me , cause I've had enough and my mind is running away from me.
Soul's pained voice echoes "empower me , take all the pain away ,
Come rescue me ,ease my mind,
By death you're bringing me back to life. "
A\N: no I'm not dying nor depressed ;p
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