It is not tomorrow yet
But today
Why does she cry?
What makes her wail so?
Was it me?
Should I be punished?
The wind breaks on the shore like glass on my memory
Sand is forgotten to time like so many martyrs
They throw themselves upon the sword of my own paranoia
Bleeding lies
Again I am besieged
surrounded yet alone
These context have trapped me so
Who are you-you who steadily tip toes through my eyes
and inner-most desires?
Are you the demon I've been chasing?
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
It is not tomorrow yet
But today
Why does she cry?
What makes her wail so?
Was it me?
Should I be punished?
The wind breaks on the shore like glass on my memory
Sand is forgotten to time like so many martyrs
They throw themselves upon the sword of my own paranoia
Bleeding lies
Again I am besieged
surrounded yet alone
These context have trapped me so
Who are you-you who steadily tip toes through my eyes
and inner-most desires?
Are you the demon I've been chasing?
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