I'm coming home my friend
A broken mirror fallen
Shattered on the floor
I can't pick up the pieces
I'm nothing anymore
I feel the voices twisting
Silken like a thread
Neon lights flashing
Words like the walking dead
Falling into emptiness
I'm coming home my friend
But safety is so dangerous
When it cuts you up again
The edge I'm walking hides me
But leaves no space for life
Everytime I leap in faith
I fall closer to the knife
I see your eyes begging me
Dark memories on the shore
I want to take you by the hand
But the devil is at the door
Falling into emptiness
I'm coming home my friend
But safety is so dangerous
When it cuts you up again.
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2016-05-13 at 05:09
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