the life of a poet
is like the death of a singer
tragic in a way nobody knows
the life of a poet can mean wanting that same death
in a way you feel it as your leaving your life behind
and take another
as I leave I don't even wanna look back
I think of the nasty twisted face of my killer
the one I lived with for 8 years straight
every day he took a price of my soal
and ripped it to shreds
I'm happy to finally break the chains
of the ghost that haunts my soal
but leaving the world I knew still ripps that same soal
holes that where already there getting bigger the further away I get
don't look back
don't look at that haunted house that once was yours
haunted by the pain and sorrow
this death that tears me apart
this death of the poet inside
the good bey that tears me apart
as I get closer and closer to the new
Naomi~wingedfeature
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