My tears

by Escobar   Jun 7, 2004


Dark,
but audacious
bright,
but unsuitable

Dark is it around me
Cause my power diminishes
Without my will I am nothing
Without my voice nobody will hear me
Without my soul I cannot fight

My heart getting dark
continually
can I not stop the pain
which comes?
The tears which run down my face
Are my only comfort
Remembering me that I am alive

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