Brianna N R Wine (9-29-1995 / USA)
It seems that this road has ran its course
The more I scream, the more I become hoarse.
For some unearthly reason, this silence slices into me
Making be blind to things around, unable to see.
I have traveled so long
And for what? To hum the same old song?
I left home a long time ago
And what do I have to show?
An empty shell
And a soul condemned to hell.
All these years a waste,
My heart forever encased-
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