The last leave

Last Leave. Shards of broken dreams Prick my inner parts each time I enter my heart for a response. What's more, no further do I want to go in… Was it every one of the an untruth? A messed up grin My eyes so red I can't look any further in. Be that as it may, However You were a groove - I could consume my time on earth in. It stands injured.

Furthermore, that red injury uncovered.. The downpour streams down, Washing away what survives from it's magnificence; Caressing..pricking, here and there entering it in! Indeed, I hear that orchestra! Indeed, I know it and then some.. However, words..fail me! There's a curve maybe, Close to the following corner. Also, the equivalent maybe, the last You request from me.. The last piece of us-The last leave.