Final Call
by Sima
by Sima

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Crushed down
Broken part by part
Fallen like rose petals
Fire
Burning soul
Ashes rise
I am dying from inside
I give you a genuine smile
I am a river floating along
I am trying to prevent the bad thoughts
I am fighting with a demon from inside
I give you a happy smile
Red and Red
Bruised and Bled
I am a volcano that’s about to be erupted
Sad and bothered
Anger, frightened
I am a piece of paper that’s crumbled
Final call
Last drop of ink falls
Remove the laced veil
I’m the bride of death
Paper folds
My heart stops
Vein turns black
There’s no pulse
Body on the ground
No more bruise
No more blood
Final call
There’s no .. pulse
Bye bye now
Don’t cry for my fall
I’m sorry I lost
I tried to fight
I’m sorry for this
This time my smile is genuine
The smile turned to frown
The demon won this fight
The volcano erupted
All I saw was red
Final call
No more blood
Body on the ground
There’s no pulse
Final call … the silence won
There’s no pulse
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Sima and I am 24 years old. I have been in love with writing since fourth grade. I believe words are the strongest weapon and I always wanted to be the voice of those who don’t feel heard.
Instagram: _simsim_9301_
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