Survivor

When mind is dropping thoughts
and you won't disturb
You just write on a wall,
even if it is made of blocks.
Killing by thoughts
People around me
Just talking shit about yours
Dreams: blow it, mind did
Taking a breath
Isn't same as wound it
It's breathing the wind
You let the black widow hurts me

It's the beat and the sound
It's a simple rythm
It's the beating of my heart
Imma trying be a survivor
When mind is throwing thoughts
And you wanna still alive
You just write on the wall
'Geez, I'm a survivor'
Blame me
I'm finishing
Just a dot written
To end with this tittle:
Just one terminal breathing

Vicky

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