~thoughts~
To battle life is to fall out of the light,
To seize the day will put you away.
To lose all that you are and never come back,
Is this what life has always had in its plan.
I feel the ground as my feet pound it,
I feel no heart but my blood still pumps through it.
My feet touch the floor but I always fall on my face,
I try to do the right things but always lose all grace.
A new door opens as a familiar door slams shut,
Is my love an angel or nothing but a dirty slut.
Do I know how to love or is love a mortal sin,
My mind is twisted as I know longer care where I have been.
Are my dreams alive or are my nightmares creeping in,
Is this all there is to life or is life lost somewhere in a dream.
You have to crawl before you can stand on your feet,
So why do I fall as I run to the next scene.
Inkmaster
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