The Ship Hits An Iceberg
I, m writing the loneliness away. The hurt the pain. My body feels so drained. Please remember my name. I was never looking for the fame. I just want to taste the rain. I feel so plain. A simple man with no plan but a dream that'll never be redeemed. Or so it seems. The unknown is so willing to take you, break you, make you. Who are you gonna be, tomorrow. Day after day, in a bad way. But it will be okay. The mood never sways. What is real? Going in for the kill. Is it the last? Can we control the past. Does it got a hold of you? So controlling. Never ending. I was just pretending. I can't lend any more hands. I'm not in that kind of position, to help the totally fucked. So i just duck, keeping my down till the forgotten ship runs aground. Listen as the fist pounds. Such a beautiful sound. No more playing around, no more, no more. Please just close that rotted door. Lock it, eat the key. And stay away from me, from me, from me.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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