My words.
 
Are my words timeless?
Will they live forever in the
whale of time?
Or will they rot and fade in time?
 
Time is what I lack,
Living in an hour glass,
Slowly running out of time.
 
When my time is up
Surely I will die,
Die pitifully and
Drown within the
depths of my words.
 
Die miserably strangled
By my brutal thoughts,
Or die viciously from an acidic
teardrop fom my painful
heart.
 
Life is not what it seems,
My eyes are scared,
I can die any moment
From a heart attack because
My heart attacks me.


Submitted: January 21, 2020

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Ad Adi

Your mind attacks your heart,that's the truth.

Thu, January 30th, 2020 8:33am

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Yes

Thu, January 30th, 2020 12:32pm

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