I'm alive and that's what counts. Slashes and harm to me; trying to scream without a shout. A scenery that intends to drown me in my past lives, my past lies, my past tries. As I climb to the surface of living, a tragic fingertip kills me. It took all meaning, what I dream and intend to slay without falling on my knees. Once I fall, I see it all without a doubt. I'm alive and that's all that counts.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
