I am this year

Nights of death
Whispering lies threw
Crying minutes
And within this sorrow
I have nothing left but a broken soul
A falling into a lost empty forgetfulness
Rolling threw spider webs of crying deceate
Until the the truth is no more
And I am breathless
Within emptiness
As the clocks ring out
New year new year
My tears flood
Lakes of fear drowning dreams
Destroying rooms of light
And in cold shivers I die
Am I here or there
Awake or asleep
Is the world mad
Or am I this child in a screaming purgatory
Memmories of death haunt the nights breath
So I run and run until the very flesh weeps tears
And my lungs cry out alive
At least until tomorrow
I have found some peace
And within this fighting presence
I change I reach
So therefore I am limitless
I am this
A poem by Liam Herdman
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