Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Quiet, very quiet,
But my heart cried.
Desperation.

Roses withered:
Tears – not enough for them.
Inevitability.

World froze.
My soul shattered on pieces.
Agony.

My silly life
Got ripped away from my heart.
That day – the day I died…

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