MY SNARE
I Wish but i could not spare
the reasons behind my deeds
yet i go on.
aloud i scream my simple word;
hello!
it seems all places are closed
my heart became a fugitive
knowledge left me burdened
so i couldn't speak
yet i go on.
my mistakes; my deeds
my act; my decision
close, why do i scream?
all reasons left within
so harsh; my voice.
just like our fire night
my eyes becomes hot
my head seems flatened
now my choices are my reasons,
my mistakes; my snare.
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