trapped here
without a way out
running blind
in circles
seeking to hide
in your arms
perhaps i'll
eat myself alive
before i'll
be devoured by
all the sins
diving from the past
flying memories
revolving above
a dark swarm of crows
biting from time to time
tearing flesh
pecking eyes
singing tone of guilt
in my bones
the only sound that spreads
in the ocean of emptyness
within theese four
broken walls















Comments
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Maybe what we want is full of uncertainty
maybe what we need to do is return to reallity
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