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the world is slipping out of my control

I’ve dug myself into this hole

I guess I’ll never see,

what was meant to be

inside of me

the dust as dry as

leaves of tea

the life is slowly dripping

from my soul

my emotions whirling out of control



I have no one to love

except this white dove

that a car hit driving by

struggling like I

to fight the pain

it’s lying in the road

while I corrode at the very sight

and scream with all my might

up to the sky,

“Oh Lord, why?”



the strength is seeping out my pores

and I can’t help but feel

that all the doors are closed on me

and I have no where to go



but stranded out in the rain,

in the street with the dying dove

I’ll just kill it

so it doesn’t have to feel it

anymore



the road is flooded with the rain

my heart is flooded with this pain

I lie my body on the asphalt

thinking to myself that

everything’s my fault

I hold the dead bird up to my chest

and wait for fate

to do the rest

free me from this wretched pest

that’s eating inside at me







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