Waste of past lives
Your hate gets revived
Bitter thoughts
Break into your mind
Your rage spreads so fast
Like poison in a glass
Never cry, never cry
And I try to see
Your thoughts within
Just a glass bubble made of dreams
Your weakness shines
But you can’t cry
‘Cause violence is your lifestyle
If your heart breaks
You are to blame
You’re so destructive to yourself
An acid gaze, a silent face
A chance to see your character
Your greed to constrict
Everything I build
Time decides, acid runs
Through your veins
Years to realize
You try to arise
From your bed
Full of rose thorns
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