A Call
Lost my inspiration
Or that string in my heart
The nerve that carries passion
Is frozen or maybe paralyzed
I am waiting for my feelings
To pour back into me
And force me to be ignited again
This way I don’t want to be
From colossal to colour less
Affection suffocates me
Loneliness seems dear
Silence induces me
Tempted by aggression
Irritated extremely
The pumping machine seems
Cold and beefy
I see all black and white
Where once I was dreamy
It’s a desperate call
Before the lights fade and become blurry
Come to me now
Let me be like the old me.
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