My heart beats fast
My tongue is heavy with words
As I lay still
On the back of trembling time
My eyes is blurred - I cannot see
Standing before my books
You can feel my pains
It was written all over me
Whenever I light a candle at night
Its smoke follow me into the daytime
Adding more misery and fright
On my shoulder heavier than heinous crime
I wandered in between two weary walls
Of widening darkness and frivolous glow
Both stitching the threads of my downfalls
Poor me, my caurage is now near empty and low
Last night I tossed and turned in bed
The feeling was raw - I wonder what it was
And I dropped the doubt there because was no need
I laid awake, feeling the grace of thorny grass
Time is what dismantles the joys that I feel
It is rushing me out of my darling dream
Making my path MORE slippery than an eel
And that gave me the reason to always scream
And the fact that I have my handy book
The thing I was forced to go and read
My stomach will cry - please go and cook
And for the sake of time, I chose to read instead
I will be lying if I dare to say
My heart is no longer broke
And my heart beats more in a dreadful way
There is no day for ME devoid of single stroke...
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