There are times I can't sleep,
There are times I want to weep,
Clean my mind,
Having no thoughts to keep.
I want to enter,
The Dungeon of my Death,
But always ,
I get the warmest hug by
The Phoenix of Love.
The mind becomes a mess,
Thoughts pour in excess.
I want to run,
Run away from myself,
Run far away from my shadow,
Turn off the lights,
And bury myself,
Inside the debris,
Debris of the thousand deaths I died.
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