Every breath you take in this place
Surrounded by sharp points and bullets
Inside mill the masked souls longing
To be who they really want to be
Words on paper, impulsive ink marks
Fold tighter around the neck
Tunneled into a desolate spot
Where life and love are not
Let me leave, naturally
Time will show the wasted breath
These might be the only remarks
To show the caged and stifled hearts
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A Peek Behind The Veil
詩歌A collection of poetry that takes a deeper look at life experiences.
