I, no longer I am.
A psychopath dreamer,
Out of range in your world,
And your words marked at my hand—
It's killing me, bit by bit.
 
I will no longer love,
But my heart declined to do so.
How strange it is to a stranger's soul,
Mind's lost, but feelings still exist—
Keeping me alive until, I take my rest.



© Razda J

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