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voxxie

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I knew what i got until now

But if I die tonight

I start to believe

In that big machine

Sorround by the things that I shaped

Nobody shows me anything before

No the tears

No the fears

I?m a human being

But who ask me that?

You give it as realized?

Feel the fresh

And you had the sound(bang!)

If I could throw away all the poison

I promise

I will no make any hurt

Show me

I?m just a young being

I build those things

I have no regrets

But it scare me

I never hold the crystal to prove anything

It can?t hurt me

They can?t hurt me anymore

Is just a shadow of the beginning

That come and stays near to me

The ghost of the things that I don?t know

That scares me too and goes by

Whispering ???.

Laughing ???.

I don?t want to wake up

Just lay in my bed

Being here ,safe in my soul

Believe in my hope

In my dreams

You?re hope

But I don?t have it anymore

How could I know?

If nobody teach me

I can?t know that lines

That you bring to me
 
hey voxxie, it sounds like somebody scared and on the brink of something that seems really big...

I don?t want to wake up

Just lay in my bed

Being here ,safe in my soul

Believe in my hope

In my dreams


wish it was as easy to believe when you're out there as it is when you're safe and hidden away!
 

But if I die tonight

I start to believe

In that big machine

Sorround by the things that I shaped


makes me think.. :up:
 
and the hope of being a simple ghost
is eclipsed by those silver bonds
and the hurt that i feel
is just the prove you wanted
this just can bleed still
and in shining eyes ,lies tears
being just more than my blood
and have just a sigth as my name
become in all you want
leave me behind
at least this nigth
 
and the hope of being a simple ghost...

become in all you want
leave me behind
at least this nigth


:(
voxxie, I love your poetry.
 
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