Surrender
And if I had the choice,
I’d let all of it slip away.
Letting each wave slowly strip my hopes, dreams, achievements, away until it’s all gone.
And I wouldn’t look back,
I’d keep strolling until I fall;
Surrendering.
Letting the beast have a taste of victory.
And there aren't any second chances,
Once you hear the footsteps approach;
This psychopathic decision.
Every story has a villian.
^ Very deep and dark poem, eh? I found this in my notebook, liked it and decided to type it. It's quite old. :)
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