Release the Shame
Twisted dark games
You’ve got a pocket of names
Keep Switching to versions and claim
All your colors are the same
They all learned how to take the blame
And hang it on another door
Pretending to release the shame
Oh innocent victims of the war!
While you live with the guilt of
Losing something you loved
That never fought for your heart
But you keep blurring that part
For some reason you still ignore…
I guess some just enjoy the salty black tears of angels
And others live by the cuts of their own knives so painful
Both we can’t run from or hate
You just have to find your gate
choose a game, one name to claim
It might take forever
Yet this is how you release the shame
Copyright © Mira Bououni | Year Posted 2016
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