Wanderer
Candles are lit me on
As I steps on a stone road
Let my foot bleed
And live with the pain
Then the world spears me
As I turn feelingless
In a moment I find out my self
Has lost in a strange dimension
Floating.
My soul flies out of flesh
Here is the darkness.
And the limit?
Can't reached...as maybe,
I just reject to see.
Loneliness, anger, happiness, all,
Make sense no more.
Only death is real.
I just want to come home.
Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013
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