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- CAZ
- Feb 1, 2018
- 1 min read
One Living
Last at
Last Chance
I do not do a whole lot of anything
I struggle to care
Soul too dead
Heart too cold
Mind utterly disturbed
My thoughts tick, bounce, and fly
Desperately, I aim to capture them
Yet, I can’t help feeling
Like god has fucking raptured them
I stand. Alone. Life blown to slivers.
Tears ran dry
Screams fell silent
All feelings abandoned.
Goodnight
I whisper as I stay awake
Eyes open heart shut
A ghost to these demons
A host of no feelings
A dream
Ignorant of your predetermined
Fucking ceilings
No use in working
Until I have seen the end
Mind lost, ending seen, obsession begins.
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