A Hundred Deaths – Brainwork
I’ve been dying,
a hundred deaths.
Everyday,
in a hundred different ways.
There’s no savior,
for me to protect.
You were the one,
before you turned into a foe.
Now, with your every breath,
My Life drains away.
And until the last bit of it to drain,
I will stand firm,
And won’t refrain.
Life – a circle.
You – the starting point.
Ah! it began with you.
And, Oh! it ends with you.
It’s a vicious circle,
with memories in its pile.
And it’s now that I realized,
Memories are vile.
But it’s okay,
Don’t you regret
At least
I am dying a hundred deaths.
You haven’t even started living yet.
#100
#deaths
#hp
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