Your time is up
It’s time to run
I can feel you coming
Your heart from afar
I see your eyes
Glowing through darkness
Smiling through pain
I see the mirror
The mirror that is you
Broken internally
Perfect in present
The hate is pure
Even if it’s not there
I can taste it
It’s brutal aroma fills your mind
The scent of the lush pink lilies have left you alone
Almost disappearing from sight
Feel the jagged edges of the thorns
Rising up high
Enlightened with your soul
Your closer now
I can feel the warmth of your presence
I can see the lush green thorns tangling your mind
I can taste your fear, the hurt and regret
I hear your voice echoing in the distance, waiting to be heard
Your seconds away
Panting, out of breath
Surrounded by demons
The voice haunts you
The tears sting you
Your heart fails you
You have arrived
About the Creator
Tasmia
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