Diana Elise

The light succumbs to darkness As the wind makes a mournful whistle Silence met solitude Hopes and dreams die a little Pain heightened up Childish smiles go pale Suddenly trapped in anxiety Left without a trail Lost in ownself Running in circles again Wanting to be fixed But no way out of being broken Running over and over But always end up at square one Trying to stay composed Though sanity’s almost gone Started hearing requiem Mind perceived sweet death Pulse began to drop Slowly losing breath Memories flash back Like moving pictures they play Reminiscence of yesteryears With so rare beautiful days Body grew tired Sols has gone to oblivion Eyes closed for good Tears fell for salvation

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