A strange unfamiliarity in the shoes that sole my feet
I can feel my feet but unaware where they are - stranger tides.
The great day of darkness comes
Glorious sadness looms
But I'd rather prepare my heart
Every nook and dark corners than rent apart,
The living temples which are bitching works of art.
My appointment with the gallows,
As serious as cancer
Death is an art that can't be defined.
Like life, it is bitter yet sweet.
Ask those who died to live they'll retweet,
I will soon be gone stay before time be lost
I pray my spirit endures,
Through you, let the sun rise from the dust.
I'm riddled with flaws
Battered by constant errors,
All these lines show...
If I've left in you a scare
I still love you by far,
Beyond the hills and faraway.
Life isn't fair
I would've loved you had my life to share
In my soul is where I'll keep you, right here.
Sam-Richards S. Amir©
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