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. 

 

 

 

 

 

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