The state you left me in, where my own name became a hollow sound.
State where my world leaves me with bloodshot eyes.
My heart is slow and tired.
Everything I sacrificed and gave for you.
The devil had spoken.
With every day more of your poison seeped into me.
This is where it ends, I no longer care to speak.
I want nothing from you, we've done our time.
It was not real and there's nothing to leave behind.
There will be no more carefree laughter!
As I know you and myself, this is goodbye.
I don't need a map to guide me back home.
I am done walking!
This sharp and cold steel...
Constant reminder like the thousand cuts in my skin.
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Liga Stromberga
Dark poetry in my heart from the cradle to the grave.
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