The sought of one's soul in another's cry
Wondering if the person inside is a reflection
Or perhaps the real you.
Have you ever inhaled your own flesh
Watch it burn seeking yourself in the flames
Hoping to read the unwritten words in the stars
But no matter how much you trace
You just can't feel your own scars.
A kindred spirit in suicide forest
Awaiting for silence to convince his soul
The scream in his wrists, the itching that never stopped
He added to his deterioration...
Won't it be better to sleep after a dose
It won't be the feeling of fire kissing slowly your skin
Or water filling your lungs
It'll be like tears flowing into your mouth
Bathing in your own wounds
Cleansing the sadness
Finding yourself where reality doesn't exist
The serene and joy that awaits a free soul
And yet you're still drown
You're alone and shouting your soul just won't leave
For eternity you feel the water filling your lungs every day of your life.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2020
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