21 april 2012
World of glass
Looking at a world of glass.
Seeing how it breaks.
Lies so sharp like the broken glass
of a world that died.
Can't sleep at night.
The broken glass cuts my mind
and slices my thoughts.
Anger holds me.
My world collapsed,
My world of glass.
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