Life is just a phase
Life is just a phase, a dark parody which doesn't seem to impress my life.
Fine doesn't clear the air, I would never breathe my breath if I see you there.
Only one word that could clear the path that the pain has paved in my soul.
Now I sit back and gaze in the past, only those bad memories last.
Truth, is a rare word that people pass by, you'll never know how truth feels like until
you are facing death praying to die.
I want you now to remember where i've died.
So you will lay down every night and protect my forbidden lives.
This poem is about:
Me
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