Cascades of numbness suffocating the ecstasy.
The ecstasy you gave and
Took so thoughtlessly.
Bright lights dont dazzle anymore but blind.
Calm water doesnt sooth me now but triggers my fears.
And hope, hope lyes wallowing in the ashes of the past.
Waiting once again for the future to be different.
But hope will die.
Once again.
Hope will be a thing of the past.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Cascades of numbness suffocating the ecstasy.
The ecstasy you gave and
Took so thoughtlessly.
Bright lights dont dazzle anymore but blind.
Calm water doesnt sooth me now but triggers my fears.
And hope, hope lyes wallowing in the ashes of the past.
Waiting once again for the future to be different.
But hope will die.
Once again.
Hope will be a thing of the past.
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