The dark,
To feel empty
inside.
The soul
disappearing in the night.
My blue hands
can’t bury,
Who I was or
used to be.
I see myself
on the mirror,
But who is
that in front of me?
The hair, the
mouth, the clothes.
Who’s that
woman in front of me,
With those eyes
I used to see?
My body doesn’t
feel mine.
Is there any
soul inside?
My dizzy brain
feels drunk in wine.
I close my
eyes in the dark,
Wishing for a
new start,
But all I see
is nothing.
I’m so dead in
my heart.
My blue hands
can’t bury,
All the dreams
you’ll never see.
Where are all
those heroes,
Who lived inside of me?
The teardrops
don’t bother,
The cold skin
of my face.
Is there any
hope left,
In this world
of pretend?
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