Its easy to turn around
Not to spend another sleepless night
Blame and curse the other
leave your conscience behind.
Its easy
Not to see the scars
Not knowing where it hurts
It keeps you free
with no responsibility
No string tied
In between.
Remembering the past
The soul becomes numb
Hidden under the tomb stone
The tears roll down
I was alone
Lonely in my grave
Happy on my own
But still pause for your sole.
Nothing built is real
Cracked dream to nightmares
Broken like glass
Empty left my void heart
Darkness all around
Chocking to suffocated sobs
Trying to breathe air of relief
Yells fallen to rest
Pauses of stillness
loosen to death.
Rest my soul
Fly away
to where you belong.
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