Cheers
The feeling that you have,
The need of filling the vacant.
The touch of loneliness and callings of the ocean.
No colors to me, I am my own shroud.
No fear of heights but cravings to topple.
I wanna stand tall but nothing powers my knees.
And all this burden on my shoulder makes me weak.
No more “Cheers” left in me.
I miss,
The way I was, the way I used to be.
It’s all broken crockery, no gold to make it unique,
The things I do are just worthless and oblique.
I speak, I scream, with death I deal.
But it’s just for a while until I leave.
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