alarm clock screaming ,,, to speak in the middle of the night,,, I awake in my dreams,,,,, the month is sleeping quietly,,, I pull this pen,,, I write poetry for the sake of poetry with blood,,, bird sound so horrified,,, its freaking out,,, i sank into silence,,, the darkness around me,,, no body cares about my grief,,, i wish for this a lifetime,,, for god it will depart,,, its my dark birthday,,,
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 11:08:29 +0000
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