That rope is hanging there
at it I stare
But it seems there is no way
To make myself pass away
It is the reason why
I let it out
It is just an outlet, a rant
It is hunging there
arrogant
Because it beats me, I can't
die, its eating me in the inside
The regret of so many lies
I needed to get by
Its gone and I cannot even cry
Dry,
Nothing is anymore mine
I split in two
Now l look at the rope
Day and nignt
It waits, it does not refrain
To remind me how insane
I did wrong to myself
Body mind and soul are in pain
About the Creator
Domenica Curro
"every action creates an equal and opposing reaction, that is the basic law of the universe"
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