domilla

Road to oblivion

 

alone, I leaned my face in my hands
Another baggage, another past to hide.
No tears were left to cry
The Nile through the Sahara was dry

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The battle wounds show that I was strong,
I stood unyielding, endured all that was wrong
a possesive spirit bound me in chains,

dissatisfaction burned bridges I had fortified with steel 

Pain that ironically replaced

With each sip, my troubles would fade,
In the hazy abyss, my demons delayed.
But the numbness I sought, it came with a cost,
In the darkness, a part of me was lost.


Oblivion offered no peace, it offered no peace
I discovered that healing must begin in my own heart.