Ive found the edge of the facade,
I peeled back all the layers.
Only to find a rotten core,
I found myself beeing played.
But why do i want much more,
My skin crawls when i try to sleep
The screams start when i close my eyes.
How many more times will you tell yourself that all i am is lies?
And as crows raise my heart from the gutter
And i find myself feeling pride.
My garden whimpers and wilts for no good reason.
Till i realized you might be why it died
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Ive found the edge of the facade,
I peeled back all the layers.
Only to find a rotten core,
I found myself beeing played.
But why do i want much more,
My skin crawls when i try to sleep
The screams start when i close my eyes.
How many more times will you tell yourself that all i am is lies?
And as crows raise my heart from the gutter
And i find myself feeling pride.
My garden whimpers and wilts for no good reason.
Till i realized you might be why it died
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