Hot tears,
Haunting voices,
Echos of the past...
I am broken and can't be fixed -
I am lost and can't be found.
Who is looking for me?
Who even cares
if i die and i have no grave?
No sorrow means no flowers
for a traveller lost at sea.
I will rot until I am one with the earth.
I will rot and no one will care.
Nobody cares to fix the bluebird
with the bloody, broken wings
and eyes made of silver.
No one cares,
No one listens
when the wind sings to me.
No one is here,
there's no smiles in a land of make-believe.















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