A spontaneous poem – inspired by music and unfortunately “HIM”
You corrupted my life from the very beginning;
I’m not drunk but my body is shaking and my head is spinning;
Kill me, why not – with you venomous glory;
Each star in the sky; tells a story;
Look at the stars – polluted with the skies;
Look at my face – teardrops from piercing eyes;
I walk in rain – just to clear my head;
But you’re emotionless – a mortal, like dead;
Kill me, why not – with your inside lust;
Back to the beginning; it was you I trust
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