The doors are closed
The walls are numb
How can you know
If you like someone?
Does fate exist
In these barren halls
Do people here
The siren's calls?
The clock ticks on
With a steady beat
When I die
Will I handle the heat?
The ghosts that flock
And comfort me
Have faceless heads
And stumbling feet.
Yet who am I
And who will I be
To set the world on fire
And drown in the sea.
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Poems Because I Can't Think Straight
PoetryI don't know tbh, I just need to write this somewhere. will this ever see human eyes, tbh I dont know
