Torn Apart

by Francis Vaska   Dec 18, 2009


My perfect world has been torn apart,
The weather outside is as cold as my heart,
My soul is crumbling at its seams,
Kill me now, that is my dream,
Please help me out of this maze,
This angle has got me in a daze,
I think I met the end of this,
I hope this death ends in bliss,
At last I am not buried alive,
Because I have been so deprived,
With the weight gone, I feel lighter,
Everything in life got brighter,
For this dream in no longer in control,
Now I can leave this sinkhole.

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