Her Cursed words
plagued all dreams of mine
and everything died like
summer night.
She came like rust
and killed everything that shined.
Home, once inside me
became haunted
and no one anymore
comes through that rustic door.
No matter how hard I try
to hold the pieces of me
Everything keep on going
further and far....
Valves have jammed
Ones, Once were smooth
are not able to pump life
it's skipping beats
What am I prolonging
Hope or death?
As
Ground is full of pits
Sky is full of holes
No matter how much we run or fly,
We will keep on falling further and far.