Unsettling pain, I embrace the storm
whisper deep within me what I must love
and show nothing at all.
A thousand tears feel before the snow
to be left carelessly alone, within
the warmth of home - the illusive touch
greater than gold...
Feathers would portray the freedom of birds
as even the water must fall back,
back to the wretched dirt, yet
none ever sufficed to breathe and be alive.
So alive I became that night,
as my lips tasted a new wine
to awaken the failing of memory
to unveil the flying of fear
an astral dance within a tear.
A tear that fell, softly before me,
the world to care,
yet my eyes remained empty.














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desperate, i will crawl
waiting for so long
no love, there's no love
die for anyone
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?
-Breaking Benjamin
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