Raindrops fallen like broken tears
Breaking the ground away.
Bleeding like pain threw out the years,
Again, life takes another way.
A crisom of an unwanted hope
That seeks the truest, begotten meaning.
Dwindling, twisted like a rope,
Dieing here, while night away, dreaming.
The meaning to feel alive
But only to feel dead.
The wanting to go and strive,
Not to be, from things said.
A horror that is only to be realized,
A mystery only to be found.
The pain and memories from your lies
As once again, life circles around.
~Unknown
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