Just another lonely day
one more..
She is walking cold and alone
saying nothing.
She has been on the pc
just watching the tenuous light...
-One more-she thinks-just one more step..-
Is walking on grass fire
whith her icy brown eyes.
[Cold in the bed,
whith ice tears in her head
that are drowning her throat]
Thinking in nothing
silent
but not asleeped
Hugging the bigger pillow
in the darkness,
with the hope
that it will never leave her.
But then,
a storm of white and gold
takes her, to hell and heaven.
[she knows that is dreaming
but tries to forget]
She is
flying now in a sea
of thoughts and screams
on her first and last farewell.
She wakes up,
in the darkness
The ice tears
are still there...
[She wonders
the reason
that her best dream
is a nightmare]
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