Back from the dead.
It's quite hard to explain,
like a sound in the back of my brain
that causes sorrow and pain;
that I cannot maintain.
So if I don't remain,
let me fade away
like a midnight train.
Oh let me live,
Oh let me live,
Oh let me die.
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365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 13: Let me live/ let me die
Back from the dead.
It's quite hard to explain,
like a sound in the back of my brain
that causes sorrow and pain;
that I cannot maintain.
So if I don't remain,
let me fade away
like a midnight train.
Oh let me live,
Oh let me live,
Oh let me die.