The time is now
The time to put down the smile
Plastic meandering inwards
The time to turn around and walk away
And heal from the scars of holding on
One day everything was gone
I was left with a hole once filled with rapture
But now nothing remains but an abyss
The future is clear
It's time to turn around and walk away
The pulse is dying
I'm going nowhere
Through the same old doors
Systematically bored
I run to the call of arms
Side notes and revelations
Fall into me with the last goodbye
Cyan as frost
I want it all from the moment I wake up
I want it all.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2021 17:32
- Category: Unclassified
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