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There Is Nothing Left
No plans
Sitting here playing with my hands
No sadness
Everything feels like a great big madness
No meaning
Like failing and falling forever
No life
No home, no children, no wife
Like looking at a mountain from a distance
The blueish greenery of the slopes for instance
And how its stillness lies
To the innocence of our eyes
The closer we get the more sadness decree
There is nothing left to see
There are no more reasons to be
No blood
As I slit my wrist to teach myself a lesson
No Tears
After the hurt of which I didn’t care
No hurt
But for the love of fear
Sitting here playing with my hands
No sadness
Everything feels like a great big madness
No meaning
Like failing and falling forever
No life
No home, no children, no wife
Like looking at a mountain from a distance
The blueish greenery of the slopes for instance
And how its stillness lies
To the innocence of our eyes
The closer we get the more sadness decree
There is nothing left to see
There are no more reasons to be
No blood
As I slit my wrist to teach myself a lesson
No Tears
After the hurt of which I didn’t care
No hurt
But for the love of fear
Published 6th Jun 2018
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