my existence, all
I am nothing more
a falling world in ruins
an old city looted
tired, so tired...trapped
no more place to go
nobody to hold
waiting for my sentence
to be executed
I pretend I live
I pretend am whole
playing out my role
spending all my flame
waiting for the dice
I don't even care
for my foolish heart
for my wretched soul
even God will throw it
out of Paradise...
Same here. But hope hasn't died yet and fear can't tame me.
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