Dilutions of hope
Images I see
No matter what I do
There is no hope for me
Slowly dieing Of my own dust
Wish I could get out
wander around dusk
Nothing can keep me
Nothing to hold
I just keep falling
ALONE AND COLD
Im used to the darkness
The horror of my life
One day I will be gone
Taken by the blade of the knife
What awaits
death
1 comment:
The last line coul use a bit more to it. Or a change in some way. Otherwise good overall work, i've read through them all.
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