I let loose these burnt pages that contain my emotions
Twisted images extracted from the depths of my mind
Covered in this damp cloth, It doesn’t smother what I feel
As I wait for this solitude of life to be over
Chains drag me over the soft grass, embedded in my flesh
I laugh at my nievity, regret letting you in
Because when I was at your doorstep, you locked the door
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