A day best forgotten

April 4, 2013
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A broken bottle
A broken nose
It doesn't matter
Unless it shows
A rusty swing
A nightmares grasp
The tears are falling
Very fast
The sheets are drenched
The windows red
The thoughts are falling
Through my head
I feel the cold
Rush through my skin
The water falls
I feel the sin
As I look up
I see the Sun
I hear it speak
It shows me love
I hide again
Beneath the sheets
The night I fear
Is my defeat

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