haunted by a reality made out of words
I hide from the empty phrases
my hands talk to the ground
silence, I can hear the leaves falling down
melting into the warm dark, sinking into the earth
with nothing to wear but my memories and fear
trying to empty my head so I can calm down my breath
falling deeper underground, finally my identity decays
I can hear the leaves falling down
my bloody fingernails scratching all over my skin
until there is nothing left than my bones and my teeth
so the peson I thought that was me, turns into dust, my blood is watering the trees
I start digging wandering what else could be left
what I find is a heart, still willing to pump blood through my chest
it tells me, it is time to rise out of my ash
no more building fences and no more regrets
cause there is still so much beauty I can find in my life
I am the snake, leaving my old skin left behind
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