I fly away, drift apart
I take the stairs and run to the stars
The knife cuts through my soul,
The only way to bring the heaps of chaos to halt
I sobbed under the pillows of clouds
They rained down my pain like colour of crayons
The pain clapped on the sky of my corpse
A perfect demolition of hopes
I fly away, I drift apart
I take the stairs and run to stars
The night is dark and the hour is slow
But what can you do when this becomes your soul?
oOo
A quick poem before bed :)
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PoetryIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate
