Amusement
Living with you
is the saddest thing I recall
is living with my past
is living with my ghosts
is going back to the roots
of all what went wrong
choosing you my love
was the biggest mistake I've done.
And you seem so happy
and you seem so free
watching me falling
watching my grief
nothing seem to touch you
you are out of reach
living in your own island
in the middle of your lonely sea.
That's why living with you
is the saddest thing I recall
is crumbling everyday
a little bit more
is cutting my veins
with a rusty sword
and filming my bleeding self
for the amusement of the world.
Jessica
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