The answer stood alone, blowing, a torn flag.
The torn down soldier, bowing to her grace.
An answer was found, a new beginning, a new stack.
An engine was roaring, a new life spinning, a new face.
Dry tears fell into my hands.
Dry as fire, I burned anew.
Wet tears fell from the clouds.
Wet as oceans, now flowed anew.
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Snow slowly falls onto the frozen street. And once again the world is still. Always moving but so very still. And my life passes me by as I lay there, frozen. I can't run away anymore. Can't scream.
Hang in there, heavy heart. It'll all be over soon, this dreaded feeling that something heartbreaking will happen to you.
It felt perfect, almost surreal. I forgot myself, I forgot them, I forgot the struggle and I forgot the pain. On a day as beautiful as this, it was tainted. With reality. With tears.
Trapped under the surface, Hands around my neck. Flashbacks of my life seem more like a train wreck. The darker side of life, which most only read.
In anger you clench your fist - not driven by violence but in desperation of trying to hold on to the last thread of a clear mind.
Behind those blue eyes. Is a nightmare that seems so unreal. A foolish little girl. Who's lost the ability to feel. A cold, lonely silence. No more can she speak. Half-sick of living.
The wolves are singing at my door. Shuddering down through my core. Lightning dancing down my back, Alpha, beta, the whole pack. The song is freedom, the song is life; Ripping through me like a knife.
Your lost aren't you. Your sitting there.. On the ground.. Drowning in your thoughts and waiting for someone go come save you.. But they never came, did they. Your sitting there.. Waiting and...
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