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My eternal resting tomb
It’s so damn cold
In this labyrinth of broken dreams
Filled with silent whispers
Of words that have long-lost their means
I keep coming back
Hoping to find something that‘s left to save
But I can only find scattered pieces
Yet never the location of its unmarked grave
Maybe I’m a fool
For believing I could stitch myself whole
By resurrecting some dusted dream
That may or may not be the saving of my soul
But I’m losing confidence
Feeling like the next low could be my doom
I‘d better carve my name into stone
So I may still be found in my eternal resting tomb
© BellaWritingHere
In this labyrinth of broken dreams
Filled with silent whispers
Of words that have long-lost their means
I keep coming back
Hoping to find something that‘s left to save
But I can only find scattered pieces
Yet never the location of its unmarked grave
Maybe I’m a fool
For believing I could stitch myself whole
By resurrecting some dusted dream
That may or may not be the saving of my soul
But I’m losing confidence
Feeling like the next low could be my doom
I‘d better carve my name into stone
So I may still be found in my eternal resting tomb
© BellaWritingHere
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