It's the danger that attracts,
But only remorse that lasts.
Like a moth drawn to a flame,
Knowing death as its fate.
There is no one else to blame,
I chose this path.
But now, I'll never be the same,
The world shall see my wrath.
No matter what,
All of us end up getting hurt.
None of my intentions are bad,
Hearts, I don't wish to stab.
I move on to self destruction,
Knowing there's no resurrection.
But inside an endless labyrinth,
We cascade.
Hoping to find the exit,
That was never made.
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Dust
Poetry[Featured by Wattpad poetry] 'When the difficulties of life become hard to bear, A mask of happiness I wear.' A collection of poems written by me.
