Hiding, running,
What’s the difference?
I’m still avoiding the danger.
Missing the “thrill”
Of death’s hand
On my shoulder.
Missing the weight
Of impulsive decisions
On my head.
Facing the music is overrated
When there is a mute button
At hand.
Leave me alone.
Stop injecting me with your fire,
Turning my heart into a thunderstorm.
I don’t like rain,
I don’t run into the snow.
Let me sit in the sun.
Blood or none,
Stay far away.
You are nothing
But trouble to me.
You’re shadowed by toil,
Stop telling me I’ll love the pain.
I’m not going to take your hand,
And walk into the chaos.
I think with my head,
Not my sword.
So I’ll count the days until someone tells me,
You got yourself killed.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Hiding, running,
What’s the difference?
I’m still avoiding the danger.
Missing the “thrill”
Of death’s hand
On my shoulder.
Missing the weight
Of impulsive decisions
On my head.
Facing the music is overrated
When there is a mute button
At hand.
Leave me alone.
Stop injecting me with your fire,
Turning my heart into a thunderstorm.
I don’t like rain,
I don’t run into the snow.
Let me sit in the sun.
Blood or none,
Stay far away.
You are nothing
But trouble to me.
You’re shadowed by toil,
Stop telling me I’ll love the pain.
I’m not going to take your hand,
And walk into the chaos.
I think with my head,
Not my sword.
So I’ll count the days until someone tells me,
You got yourself killed.
Bit weird, as usual.
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