Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Its nyt again
d same old dreadful phase
Moist air,but not a single drop of rain
Murderous solitude and darkness
Bleeding memories and floating pain
Numb moon and a known disguised face
Emptiness.. all around
But a heart full of disgrace
I miss those times mom,wen I used to hug u n cry
Its been long my eyes slept during such nights
Im lost mom,hide me in u once again
This world kills me,i can no more endure this pain
I must have done sumthing terribly wrong
Which is why u brought me to life
Please help me sleep for sumtym mom,i dont wish nemore to b alive

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