Disease multiplies
until I find a coffin
so I dance in rain I
don’t think it often.
Because it I do not
know the precious
love for myself lies
luster is infectious.
I can not help it I
hear voices suave,
in deceit’s whisper,
swear there a God.
Cut by the shards a
life can cut so deep.
Afraid lonely I keep
what’s really deceit.
What face to wear
you ask each day.
Just to have a bliss
your game I’d play.
Is it not a sick state
that we resort to a
place compromise
on lies to feel great?
I want the hurt so
hammer in the nail.
So take I memories
of you I to my hell.
Great writing. Hope you’re ok!
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I’m good. Thank you. 😉
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