just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Thursday, May 6, 2010
its fragrance, it enchants
theres none unaffected
it instills serenity
which can never die
but to live with
and realize
all of it was a lie
trampled over
and crushed emotions
dreams a dreadful sight
cornered
in the darkest addictions of the night
barely alive
inner wounds more painful
than those bleeding outside
a few more breaths remain
to succumb to the end of this life
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