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The half-dead poet.
Comfortably numb,
Is the lie I said.
I struggle to breathe,
There's a pain in my head.
There is death in the air,
And blood on my tongue,
A broken lover,
And a bleeding sun.
'The half dead poet.'
Blinded by the moon,
By the sun through the window,
By the way the leaves move.
There is someone inside you,
Who wants to get out.
But forever imprisoned,
Forever without.
© Tobias Winters.
Is the lie I said.
I struggle to breathe,
There's a pain in my head.
There is death in the air,
And blood on my tongue,
A broken lover,
And a bleeding sun.
'The half dead poet.'
Blinded by the moon,
By the sun through the window,
By the way the leaves move.
There is someone inside you,
Who wants to get out.
But forever imprisoned,
Forever without.
© Tobias Winters.
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