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Psychotic Good
I can’t forget the evening when I left
With broken thoughts and stolen breath…
Through the rain
I shifted towards my lair in haste
With wannabe-panacea inside my bag space.
“Not again”
I thought as I clenched my hands in rage,
All I had was blot right after I’ve turned the page.

I’ve dug,
Dug up my sincerity
And words I wanted to tell.
I’m stuck,
I’ve waited for serenity
And I have believed until the moment I fell.
I broke my old bonds, thought I’d win this time
Because I’ve come so close, feeling you would be mine,
But run into a glass wall created by a spell.
I was shooting for cloud nine
But now I’m stuck in my ironic hell.

I was uneasy since the day I came home
With broken dreams and confidence dethroned.
I forgot
How I held her in my hands and my heart,
My old photographs are falling apart.
I do not
Want to believe in other people’s words,
Where happiness is lost, jealousy stirs,
Burning hot
To the core every time I inhale,
Reminding me of the evening when I’ve failed.

And I’ve dug,
Dug up my sincerity
And words I wanted to tell.
But I’m stuck,
I’ve waited for serenity
And I have believed until the moment I fell.
I broke my old bonds, thought I’d win this time
Because I’ve come so close, feeling you would be mine,
But run into a glass wall created by a spell.
I was shooting for cloud nine
But now I’m stuck in my ironic hell.

@настроение: мы вернулись в этот мир спустя много лет чтобы воздвигнуть знамёна Н'Зота

@темы: poetry detected