My past is killing me slowly
One by one, all through the night
Choking every moment of my life
Into excruciating death
It has me count the stars
Up until the daylight
Wounds that it leaves behind
From smothering love
Into harrowing death
Leaves scars that are far deeper
Than any of my regrets………….
What have I done to myself?
Where would I ever find the courage?
To climb back out of my past
All I want is to fly away
Into the sweet arms of serenity
Forever and forever
Nick Kler
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