flowing tears on the cheek
as razor cut through my soul
words like stray arrow
stick in my heart
your look turns air into fire
I burn
hope lets live
still hurting dreams
still hurting dreams
deceptive willingness naile to
the canon of bitterness
the canon of bitterness
to rest I jump like
down empty wells
down empty wells
I fall
doubt increases my breath
which is heavier every moment
nectar of feelings turns into
and like the poison flows in the veins
and like the poison flows in the veins
once you flood sweet
once you make it drought
once you make it drought
as an ordinary flower I won't survive
I die
<Kejt>
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