You washed your hands
From reality.
Hysterical, by your actions
I had become…
As I stared at your frozen corpse
For hours inside of years I cried,
Trying to bring you back life.
Back to life…
I‘ve tried….
From warmth to bitterness….
In bitterness to love….
I feel nothing for you now….
Nothing…
Nothing at all….
Should I feel your,
spirit transcending?
Is this your version
to a happier ending?
I sleep to dream of peace in you,
Only the picture I see,
Isn’t you,
the peace I search,
Inside of you,
It isn’t you…
It isn’t you…
Your pale face…
Blackened eyes….
Lying on your side,
A pale face…
In a bed of lies
I see you staring at my soul,
Longing for my death
In myself I fall….
Myself in death
I fall…
I fall…
Can I renounce my,
Beating heart?
To an afterlife
With a imperfect start?
Can I try to start again,
In birth renounced
To a beating heart,
This beating heart….
Imperfect start…
Afterlife,
Or a normal life…
~Afterlife….
Or a normal life…~
~Empath~
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