tight breath forever , the struggling silence of her
dreams are melting in the fully filled colorful tank
in the hut of my heart without stepping loneliness killing me
on the edge of my sad thoughts, pain like rainbow

tight breath forever , the struggling silence of her
dreams are melting in the fully filled colorful tank

for the antidote of killingoneself, can we call it closeness,
for the medicine of stopping to die, can we tell it as love
on the bed of beautiful golden dreams,i am sleeping on a mattress of thorns
the pain smiles out loud,
simply with tears, i mutter her day and night

for the antidote of killingoneself, can we call it closeness,
for the medicine of stopping to die, can we tell it as love

just with these words, can i really explain how my heart beats
a far away song , could it describe my heart?
in the flowing tears , a beautiful song is struggling
my destroyed heart a dead poem is struggling
closeness is king of loneliness?

killingoneself is not a antidote...

Good write! We all have pain and loneliness
at times...

Well the words cant exactly depict i suppose !. Thank you all for reading this : )

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