Trail of the end
with whisper and whisper shower of words
starts to begin
crouching and tumbling
reaching out to your hands
Standing right in front of me again
Trail of the end there was silence and silence
shield of revenge
storming out with explosions of violence and tears
standing right in front of me again
and I, I’m sick and tired of these tricks and hurts
and I, I’m in no way better, moving on despite of all.