Inside my world of clovers

Fri, 09/27/2013 - 18:53 -- Lamia

I wish my life was over,

My world made of broken clovers,

Falling out of place,

going into a dark space,

filled with blood,

nothing to love...


No one can see through my facade,

As I start to fade away,

Noone hears my crying,

I fall out dying,

In my silence,

All I see is violence...


Darkness is in the soul,

This never grows old,

As I smile

Blood comes down,

Staying and staining my arms for a while,

Yet I fall to the ground,

What is going to be in the next round?

Now my bloody clovers are no more..


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