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I want to fall
New words for me
I mean them all
I've flown so high
And walked the sky.
Soak up the light
and float I might,
Fall.
My heart it races,
Exhilarates faces
Smiling as I face the stars
Wings carry me on to mars.
And yet I need to fall.
I do
New words for me
I mean them all
I've flown so high
And walked the sky.
Soak up the light
and float I might,
Fall.
My heart it races,
Exhilarates faces
Smiling as I face the stars
Wings carry me on to mars.
And yet I need to fall.
I do
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Fake smiles and inner Pain
Inside and outside, a battle unknown,
Hidden from faces around me.
A smile, a laugh, a fake, a lie,
Covering the hurt that no soul can see.
Suffer and Pain, hand in hand in my chest,
My heart screams out and wails.
But they see a smile, a grinning facade,
Untill the day that it fails.
Inner wounds that want to burst out,
Explode from the void that once was my heart,
...but I smile, I laugh, I fake, I lie...
Forever hiding that dark, empty part.
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My everlasting wish
Once again I submerged in the cold arms of darkness,my everlasting torment, that endless river of sorrow,sobs, screams and laments.
The reality doesnt want to be my friend, and leaves me on my own, as if she was ashamed, or even worst, as if she wants to run away from me.
"Hope is what make us strong,it is why we are here, it is what we fight for when all else is lost"**
However, when i look back, i cant see anything, only darkness, ahead of mine there is a door, i run and run, but i never reach it, and the more i run, the further away i find myself of it, its is a big irony ... indeed.
While im writing this words, my tiredness gets wors
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Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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This is an original piece by Gabriel Black, it may not be copied or used without the author's consent. I'm not entirely sure what prompted this. But it's 1:30 am and I'm very much awake. With a splitting headache. I want to fall.
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