Walking away day by day,
Darkness seeping it’s way.
Living your live for the sake of hay,
Shaking essence from it’s tray.
Seeping it’s way in your heart,
The cruelty knew it’s way.
From a rose turning into a thorn,
Was as easy as say.
Never were there rainbows and unicorns
Filled with thorn and cactus,
Was your dawn,
And this is your truce.
To keep it that way,
And let not anyone make it’s way.
Warming to everyone was never a way,
Where no one has a say.
Letting in wasn’t an option,
Betraying and betrayed was the only way
Protecting yourself from the dark,
Was the only left option.
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