. Time to sleep .
When the damage is done and emptyness fill your days over the cold heart of death or desire of her, maybe you can realize about the shadows.
Did you see ?
How much can you know about them?
Do you love your mirror enough to ask twice ? or maybe endless times?
The light is harmed but so am I.
I saw the blood sleeping with me and my eyes.
It's so cold that I can feel myself frozen.
The ice in my legs seems to break.
And then the fear...
The vomit of reality suck you down.
The threat and the healing never appear anymore ?
Can you hear the noise?
I guess it's time to ... Surrender.

Time to sleep. The story is gone.

Have you ever been in danger? A life and death situation? Write a poem about the feeling of hurting yourself really bad.

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