This life, lost -I no longer believe the need.
This life, too dark -I often, cry, bleed.
This life, encompassing -takes too much out, doesn't let me scream.
This life suffocates, the air noose-filled, I choke.
This life kills, softly creeps in -a deathly smoke.
This life tortures, my soul signed -awaits on tender hooks.
This life crushes, wishes, dreams, hopes -don't look.
~ Copyright Β© Ozlem Yikici 06.03.2013
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