Second of December
look within my soul, past the rotting doors within my eyes,
rooted deep within my core, you speak and i hurt, i hide,
as thunder breaks the sky,
streaking to target my heart, crumbeling on the inside
i hear my pain like echos of a rumbeling train,
shuddering like mirages in the heat, it takes all the power i have
to call above and see that i am me, to tell all that i want to be free
and i dont i wont be decieved
please dont let me be decieved by his eyes
i no longer want to believe his lies
and live in regret and in dishonesty
life is changing me
and i can barely breath
as i am embers
just dieing embers
by the second of december
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