I saw the earth swallow bodies,
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.
I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.
All was just a dream,
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.
Like hell built in diamond bricks,
And doors with every beautiful color.
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,
Even in the absence of peace.
It was hell , it is, and it will be,
Until we're ripped apart,
With scars on our delicate heart.
Until we start losing ourselves,
Until we feel more than confused.
Then later, we are forced to see again
And it's better
To sit with our demons again,
But not in hell
But in heart.
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
I saw the earth swallow bodies,
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.
I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.
All was just a dream,
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.
Like hell built in diamond bricks,
And doors with every beautiful color.
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,
Even in the absence of peace.
It was hell , it is, and it will be,
Until we're ripped apart,
With scars on our delicate heart.
Until we start losing ourselves,
Until we feel more than confused.
Then later, we are forced to see again
And it's better
To sit with our demons again,
But not in hell
But in heart.
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.
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