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Aug 2015
save me from these lies
no more real than man in the mirror
I see, people staring at the walls
and in their eyes, a glimpse of winter

in the withering whispers
as a new lore begins to grow and fade
take an oath, a vow that will linger
i still don't remember how i forgot her face
wake me from this lonely dream
of having nothing more before my time
in all those tales heard and seen
I can't make out which one was mine
feed me before I eat myself
and let the rust seep through the doors
we cannot be saved from ourselves
even though, I am not who I was anymore


save me from these lies
no more real than man in the mirror
I see, people staring at the walls
and in their eyes, a glimpse of winter

*in the withering whispers
breathing hollow of the sky
here, take me and slit my veins
let the rain fall, my throat feels dry
so many more hours to feed on
memories that linger beyond and far
in fleeting moments come and gone
you can hear the song of a broken heart
breathe those words to me slowly
strip me of my soul and build me in ash
drown me in my sin, grey and holy
by a phoenix burning to breed black
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aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
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