Freeze for a moment,
Stop the world,
Until I know why,
I have been hurled,
Into this thing you call,
Life. Life. Life,
Is life the cycle?
Or just the knife?
Is it death in disguise?
Well they seem to work,
Well together,
They always lurk,
Behind your back,
One conquering your present,
And your past,
One dealing with your future,
They’ll get you pretty fast.
Comments
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Great write I really liked this piece
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I love your work, all of it hits home for me. It always makes me think and wonder about my own life of self harm. Great piece, dark, yet beautiful.




