My face will never show
The fact that I want to hide
But I already know
There's something dead inside
It's dead, has been for years
No matter how I try
Looking for smiles or tears
Only to myself I lie
You can never wake the dead
I've learned it the hard way
And what I got instead
Was a curse that's meant to stay
Don't look for my dark side
Don't try to dig below
Whether murder or suicide
I think I'm ready to go
Things could never get worse
When trying to run away
Chased by an eternal curse
I'm forced to remain astray
Nothing in front of me
And nothing left behind
My eyes can barely see
There's something dead inside
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w.. w.. wait a minute...
Are you my conscious??!!
:-)
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إبراهيم خطاب
there will always be something dead inside all of us, when we pass by life. This a true portrait to our inside, masterfully written.
Awesome dear Asser
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