the world isn't cruel by far
its inhabitants are
for they can pierce a soul
can pierce something whole
my heart's bleeding
blood's pouring
it has been struck by words
words as sharp as a sword
so i bid farewell
from my old, lonely cell
for i'm about to fly
time for me to say goodbye
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
the world isn't cruel by far
its inhabitants are
for they can pierce a soul
can pierce something whole
my heart's bleeding
blood's pouring
it has been struck by words
words as sharp as a sword
so i bid farewell
from my old, lonely cell
for i'm about to fly
time for me to say goodbye
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