The moon is orange tonight,
I wonder why,
Am I dreaming,
Am I really alive?
The stars are singing to me,
a sweet lullaby,
I wish I could close my eyes,
and go to sleep,
never wake up again;
be free.
The flowers dance around me,
is this my imagination?
the veins around me tighten,
am I breathing?
I am cold,
yet I feel good,
I am numb,
yet I want to taste the sweetness of your words.
It's strange how much I want to run away,
but also want to stay,
I am stuck in between the crevices of life,
I am like a pebble who everyone ignores,
but I like who I am,
because then, I can be anywhere I want.
Life is particularly strange,
It gives you flowers on valentines day,
but it also gives you front kicks and punches on friendship day,
it's like you want to be friends with him,
you're obsessed with him,
but you also want to kill him, bury him and never see him.
Is that even possible?
Maybe.
Are we still alive?
Possibly.
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Forsaking My End
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