MADE BY MAXIf my life would be a poem, it would start with a drop of water
Flowing through the streams of my soul, a burning display of grief
Words of unholy predicaments and rhymes of curses
All in containment of whispers, stories and make beliefs
Why saying such things about my life is to me a riddle
Joyful memories have crossed my river many times
Liked the love that shines and sent away my fears
But still the crawling emptiness since she left reappears
Is escape an option? Or fight with my face front
Purple tears tearing out of an embodiment of desperation
A call that nobody recognize, a cry that make the winds haul
I feel forced to walk this way, endlessly without inspiration
The scorches of my heart are hidden, kept away from light
The loneliness breaking through my fences, sanity losing its senses
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