These feels i can't kill,
Those memories are zombified,
They come to me like nightmares,
Thou art the angel of death,
Sometimes i wish i could stab my own heart,
So that i can have that peace someday,
Been searching for that something somewhere,
That feel when the sun burns my skin but yet it feels so warm,
You are the dot to my words,
That beat to my damn heart,
That blue color to my sky,
That little light to my dark abyss.
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