metaphor for blindly going along a corrupt Society (Remove filter)
A Beautiful Tragic Silence
i can’t feel anything inside, only the pain is left to reside
i don’t feel hungry or cold, just an aching chest with a heartbeat growing old
i do not feel warm or tired, i feel the deepening pain of fire
maybe my soul left me for good, leaving my body behind like burnt wood
it would explain my emotionless face, and lack of picking up a normal pace
i can not feel my fingers or toe...
Thursday 15th March 2018 12:54 am
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