Don't come to my home... Don't call me or write. My life is now black As the blackest of nights. I am dead to this world No desire in mind... No "flicker", no "spark" As I sit in the dark-- Want nothing now... But just to die. The sun, it still shines As I block it with blinds... I sleep just to keep Me from losing my mind. And outside "this world" So darkened by "life" I remember a "ME"... The possibilities.... The death of a princess... Now with black picked fences.Birth sign: Pisces
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