Life

by Hope   Jan 27, 2018


Life,
Dragging me down,
What do I spite;
despite my demons?
as demons are gone with the seasons,
but what is my treason?
I'm gone with the people in the town,
seriously in these town halls,
I talk as I walk to spite the night,
drag me down tonight,
cause I walk on,
the heartbeat stops once.

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