Category : Poems

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I'm closer to the end, 
My skin is covered in disease. 
 I'm close to this war,
 I'll be reborn like the Phoenix bird.

  Maybe if I disappeared from your sight,
 They would find me hiding in your thoughts. 
 This world is too noisy being alone,
 I need to rest somewhere above.  

I am close to collapse, 
My body is weak.
 You will find me in pieces, 
After the birds start 
To sing over my bleeding lips.