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Aug 2019 · 86
Bones
Alaena Benedict Aug 2019
Your feet are not even covered with blood,
They also don't have a piece of flesh on it.
Give me all thoughts that you've got
To avoid the living with pain of feeling.

Recently bones of yours had shown themselves
Neat and sparkling in the light of eyes full of tears.

Do I have to beg you to stop rushing ahead,
Turning yourself into the dust and the ash?
Aug 2019 · 285
Sleepy noise
Alaena Benedict Aug 2019
Stuck in your heart,
Not your fault that you're lurking around,
Swapping sides
And trying to hide
In the woods,
Around the trees
And something else you don't wanna to be.
I promise one day
I will find the way
To make you feel better,
To heal all your wounds,
To get rid of your haters,
Even if they only live in your head.

Feel it,
Feel the sound of my help
And accept.

— The End —