I鈥檓 as deep as a poet;
I鈥檓 a coward as I lay unrest;
I long for the stars to fall;
And I cry whenever it鈥檚 sunset.
Leaving behind a senseless mind,
Without knowing what it is reckoning,
Bleeding the grasp of one鈥檚 reach,
I lay as a dictator and a murderer on myself.
I鈥檓 a craven that needs help,
With gripping crafts of misunderstood self;
I left behind what鈥檚 there to find,
And I bred dreadfulness in my heart.
A delightful smile and a joyous face,
I waited for the hourglass to turn
For me to count and wait surprises for today,
But might its infinite sands leave me dead for some time.
Leaving me into frigid heat and ardent coldness,
The sun departed with m
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