This is where I stand with the brand of scars.
The stars above me are clearly disappearing.
Who am I to knock the block of my walls around
When there is no sound, only screams of pain.
The rain is so cold and I’m just growing
Older and the fire is smoldering lifelessly
Just like me, tossing endlessly, in these, a sea of dreams.
The carcass of my body marked, in disarray
But bae you can stay and lay on me, if you may.
Tell me what’s wrong, sing me that song you loved to sing
But your voice is gone; it wasn’t your choice
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