The pain never sets in
and I hope it never will.
But when midnight strikes
and my vision starts to shift.
No more comforting voices
to hold and soothe me.
No more reassurance
no more distractions.
Its at these hours of the night
that I can feel it staring bullets at my back.
And everything that's happened simply starts to collapse.
What's left of my sentient mind can only convulse
as I relive things that are better left unknown.
The misfortune in every coming of age
who would've guessed.
All I can wish at these times is that I were eternally dead.
-Kore
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
The pain never sets in
and I hope it never will.
But when midnight strikes
and my vision starts to shift.
No more comforting voices
to hold and soothe me.
No more reassurance
no more distractions.
Its at these hours of the night
that I can feel it staring bullets at my back.
And everything that's happened simply starts to collapse.
What's left of my sentient mind can only convulse
as I relive things that are better left unknown.
The misfortune in every coming of age
who would've guessed.
All I can wish at these times is that I were eternally dead.
-Kore
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