In the garden of death,
I stand tall.
My head held high,
Where all hope usually falls.
...
The birds chirped.
The sun laughed.
In the blink of an eye,
It all passed.
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I stand at the edge of the crossroads,
Oh, what is this dilemma?
Do I pick the path of blood?
Or do I pick the path of thorns?
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Remember the time,
When we sat on my bed.
Talked about time spent together,
As you stroked my head.
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I try to remove the black curtains,
I try to shatter the black glass.
I long for the light to touch my skin.
I long for it to remove the crisp coat of the dark.
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There is a brave soldier,
Who fights with all his might.
Ready to sacrifice anything.
Ready to welcome the white light.
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These eyes don’t cry for me,
They can see the path you’re walking on.
They cry because they can see your destiny.
They can see the raging storm.
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My heart stops beating,
My breath clogs in my throat,
When she touches you,
Like you have always been hers to hold.
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Everyday,
A mother watches,
As the child she gave birth to,
Breathes his last,
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I close my eyes,
I block my ears,
But that is not enough.
How do I break free,
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