Standing in a dark room all alone,
Only accompanied by my tired soul
In a corner thinking deep, in a trance filled with memories.
When I dream
It's always bad,
Falling down,
Out of Reality,
It hurts, and I'm numb.
But I can feel the flow angain, etched deep into my veins,
The powers lifts through again, and passionately shakes,
From the chilly winds coming from the frozen lake..
Im stuck in between reality, and my world.
Maybe it would be best if I take a rest in the dark room in the middle of this mess.
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Words From The Heart That Tears Don't Determine
PoetryThe Truth I traded my heart for the real world, I sold my field of innocence for the truth, I broke through the bonds that held me back from understanding, and now I wish I hadn't. But I can't turn back time, The decision isn't mine, But I wish I h...
