I'm falling this time too fast, too far.
Red lines above my skin are lying close
and tears can't hold this fight,
not anymore.
How I'm supposed to be unbroken
if there's no law on grief's desing?
How dreams could hide that type
of chaotic sword?
Words don't wanna know
and I'm hardly here to save my soul
of wearing this crown of thorns.
Out of reasons,
fussing over things I can't avoid.
Full of tender worn-out thoughts.
If night could only take it all away,
but here's the moon again
and so is the pain...
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