I'm sober
I think I'm going to cry
Cry so plenty
Can I even cry?
Rush my heart
And insert the blade
If you dare, remove your knife
I'm awake - stricken
I'm killing time
I'm irritated
Nausea signs
I feel so week
I cannot fight
Can't dare to realize
[Violins..... ]
[Relief....... ]
Isolated
Speak with care
I've lost my sigh
Cannot breathe
I'm hurting here
My senses tied
Our truce, or compromise
I'm sober
I think I might cry
Pull your knife
Oooooh
I'll stitch my.......
I cross my heart
[Intense....... ]
Your home shall die!!!!
[Violins....... ]
Oooooh ooooooh
YOU ARE READING
Ballad
PoetryBallads meant to be sang. They are like poems that fits into everyone's lives. Meant to build and spoil, lure you to sleep, keep you awake. Ballad. It helps meditate.
