There is always an abyss nearby
A hole to fall in and to die
It seems like they're following me
They're everywhere I go, everywhere I see
I'm running as fast as I can
From the hunters and myself
And yet I stumble and fall
I'm tumbling down the wormhole
Seems like the scene repeats
Over and over again
Untill I wake up with a sweat stain
I'm drowned in sweat and sorrow
Only to realise that I'm still not awake
I'm running as fast as I can
From the hunters and myself
And yet I stumble and fall
I'm tumbling down the wormhole
I fall until there's not much left of me
To scar and to tear apart
The thing that is obliterated
Is my bleeding heart
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
