No rescue

At the beginning

There was hope

Like a white dove in my hands 

But when I looked back

She was already gone

Leaving no trace in the sky

So I could follow it

And fly

Now instead 

My essency has become black

And now 

What I can I do

If all I wished for 

Was true

Reality became an abstract meaning 

If only it meant something

My body is consumed by the faces 

I don't recognyse

Once they were true

Once they were mine


  • Tiffany_Arnold

    Keep going!!!!!! This is amazing

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