Suicidal love

As time passes by
I get a itching in my heart
I have no people to rely
On for my future art.

The wind looks at me so strange
Making me to close my eyes
I don’t bother to derange
The world with my disguise.

I’m closest to death
I will ever get.
So close…

The more I lost me in the trip,
That more I’d like
To step on it.

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