thinking back and forward

as the sun rises his head, I have to think about my nightmares,

not going anywhere anymore, just laying as I stay.

words I had enough and more not spoken, and never to go.

whispers in my ears moving on, looking for the heart colder than ever.

as the glass crushes,my beat smashes my flesh and blood.

crying is a wasted water resource, I wasted enough, dry at all once.

my sight is lost in the far horizon line, always thinking there’s a better place for me.

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