

ashesIf only she hadn’t been dancing The sky wouldn’t fall, the trees wouldn’t be whispering The faint sound of creaking chairs Doesn’t disturb his turning Spinning faster and faster, untill he stumbles The raindrops catch him, prevents him from falling He sways to an inner tune And at the crack of dawn the ashes spread over the waterashes
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Dear Mr Cobain I feel the same”I hate myself and I want to die” Dear Mr. Cobain, I feel the same Why can’t my apple be poisoned like Snow White’s So I could fall to the floor, never to wake up again If I could just prick my finger on a spindle like the Sleeping Beauty But with no good fairy to save me from the embrace of Death Or tear out my eyes, like Rapunzel Forever banished in a world of darkness And cut off my ears So I in all eternity will be condemned to a life in silence Bury me alive, I do not deserve to watch the moon once again Nor do I deserve to feel the sun on my skin on a bright autumn day &nDear Mr Cobain I feel the same
Mouldering
Hadas
Libre

Broken Wings.I cannot fly; my wings are broken, and born to die.Broken Wings.
I scream but make no sound.
My cries are ripped and stunned to the ground.
Darkness slips through my hands, as I cover my face.
Under my skin I feel it, holding me tight in a lace.
I cease to believe as bright light doesn’t appear.
Wandering alone in the deepest state of fear.
Tear myself free and scream at the sky.
But all I hear is my hearts inner cry.
Need your eyes to give me sight,
To hold my fear and give me light.
So please by my shadow when a
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