Mittwoch, 12. September 2018

Nights out

World is dying,
hope is dead,
light knocked out
in my head.

Tears flow inwardly,
everything shatters,
tears flow free -
for nothing really matters.

Ugly pie there
in the mirror,
laugh away
your inner horror.

Those freezing, flashing,
awful sounds,
look you stand,
you stand,
on broken grounds.

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