One more day
I know not how to speak.
One more cry
as my soul I slay.
Another feast
for this city of pain,
but inside her filth
I become a beast.
A voice of dreams
threatens the darkness
in your wet eyes
a prison of screams.
In my life I try
to live like a wish,
my loveliest one,
until I learn to fly.
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