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Up in smoke...

Each drop falls like rain.-

Leaving a perfect stain.

 

I hold on tight.

I hold on loose.

Yet,

I cry, alone in the night.

 

I can't get away,

I can't break free,

What seems to be this spell?

 

This spell,

Did you place it on me?

 

I thought there was so much more,

more inside me.

All is Blank...

whatever,

My happiness sank.

 

Push me a way-

or let me stay.

I can no longer handle these games,

we used to love,

We used to play.

 

I've tried to cry,

I've tried to pray.

Somehow,

Somehow,

blood seems,

the only way...

 

There is an incredible sadness that fills me.

I keep trying to stop these tears from flowing,

 

But,

I find,

That happiness is relative.

 

All my relativity,

has flown out the window.

 

Was this meant to get better?

 

I give up my dreams,

then close my eyes to sleep.

Now all my dreams,

are visions in smoke,

then my home burns around me.

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Written by
kanorah
American
Published
Jan 18, 2010
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