The darker my poetry

The harder I could cry

The greater my massacre

The longer I felt alive

This walls that trapped me

Tore my limbs apart

And the whole world spins outside

While my mind spun for life

I tried to grasp for light

Each time some seeps through

Yet each time my fingers stroked it

They burnt my hope alive


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