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Whimpers
Where do my prayers go when I beg,they fly away with my noblest breath, to return in my darkest depths. To this ghost ,where all masses host ,blood ,tears ,death ,they will boast .I begged it daily a million breaths I sway , to soothe my soul ,to see the way.Realitys there ,her cold eyes stare ,then stripped bare no soul one glare. How can I believe in what is right, every breath ,all my might no life ,no fight.The millions of words I screamed up to the air, always leave me here lost in pitch black despair. Pwt
Published 24th Sep 2015
| Edited 26th Jan 2018
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Anonymous
24th Sep 2015 8:22am
Realitys there, her cold eyes stare... I like the personification here.
Reality realy does have such cold eyes, you can stare right through them as they stare right through you. There are no lies in them and no pretty pictures either.
Reality realy does have such cold eyes, you can stare right through them as they stare right through you. There are no lies in them and no pretty pictures either.
24th Sep 2015 9:15am
