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Detrop Dreams
Alone with the devil
God might repel me
But I need him the most
Kissing the evil…
But I hate my lips..
every passing moment dies
and
haunts like a ghost
when I see a bird fly with the wings
I wished for.. I sigh…
I’m sinking in the ground,
Drinking the air of monotonous life…
Digesting the pain,
Vomiting the truth, hidden inside..
This darkness, is it a ray of hope?
This darkness is the place where I and my dreams elope
This darkness is the pain,
I fear that could go in vain.
This darkness is better than truth , when I catch the invisible hopes floating,\
This darkness has embraced my youth, forcing me to latch and
lock my thoughts and toss them on this page.
This darkness is the cause of my rage,
This darkness foeces me to face what I don’t want to taste
This darkness of life is bitter, but sometimes beyond the pain , there is a sweetness ,
sparkling desires which portray surreal dreams, fresh and young…
I taste them all, with my bruised tongue…
I feel the essence of hope , walking like a lame, holding on
to the sticks of detrop dreams, I try to cope with the life I’ve been given
love desire calls me , and I haven’t given up,
wanna fall in the ocean to give in, the emotion I hid in the depths of my heart
wondering the shape of that new brightness, when emotion hits emotion,
Bull’s eye of love’s dart.
I live in my mind, outside I’m dead….
these veins carry blue blood, waiting for the voice to turn red…
all alone in my darkness
my darkness….
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