STRIFE

Heard about you last night,

With the pictures in your hand,

Beside the knife, battled.

Wave those arms and wait for the end,

As it falls for anything,

Feeling free and waking up,

To heal the wounds,

Much more than that, you survived,

Striking the shooting star,

every time you tried to shadow yourself,

Into the light of ambush,

Stretched out with cities of the future,

Going up with 100 memories,

Falling back with counting backwards,

Towards the negative infinity,

Seeking out every noise,

Into the desolation,

Twisted drama to integrate,

You left away making everyone higher. 

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