I hear you..
When the story never ends,
it's the girl who calls and
beckons with the wind.
Her heart is free and it whispers
to me.
Some secret indeed.
The story began when she died,
in the hands of her man.
She cried histercally,
explaining to me, the harsh beating
she'd recieved.
The non-elegant hands that pushed
agaist her neck.
Too exhausted, can't fight back.
The dramatic end.
The dismay that plays agaist my face.
Leave me be
Locked in a room from a padlock,
behind this door, I will be forgotton,
trap between these four walls.
Suffercating in silience.
The only thing that was precious
to me, broken my heart to many.
My passion for you was like no other,
till you push me aside and burned me
like the others.
Pure inanity driven over me,
dark clouds forming,
my mind is all clouded.
Disturbed by my own being.
Frightened at being alone,
but have to face the fact
I'm on my own.
Imposing as my shadow.
Who lurks along my path.
Bruised, by my own hatred,
nothing can set me free.
Then I pop my eyes open
and it turns out to be a dream...
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