True Immortality
True Immortality
I sit in my silent room,
struggling to release my emotions,
to clean up my pain with a broom,
and slowly my fingers came to motion,
i'm still having troubles writing,
and it hurts oh so ever more,
when my sorrows are internally bleeding,
why can't i write it out anymore?!
tears silently carve a stream on my cheeks,
as troubles start to stack up again,
someone save me i am small and i am meek,
my sanity no more can i sustain,
writing is my only form of sacntuary,
it is my world of perfect simplicity,
a place i escape from the harsh reality
in that world i achieve...True Immortality...
stoned @ 4:04 AM
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September