Wednesday, 12 November 2014


I was always crowded with my insecurities,
I hated what I saw when I started at my reflection.
It was like the reality always had a complex of inferiority,
And I felt the lowest hating the mirrors deception.

A desire to be loved is normal; a desire to feel joy,
but it seems that all of my dreams will only be destroyed.
I can't find the screams in the depth of my voice,
drowning in misery because of the lack of choice.

I'm suffering from the cold breaths of death,
running down my spine in the form of a shiver.
Struggling thoughts at war in the battlefield of my head,
and the echoes of silence seem to linger.

Write something,
My passion has left me.

My world seems to be crashing down around me,
the shadows of the devil seemed to have found me.
Torturing my thoughts with rhetoric and doubt,
I'm oblivious to the realities; it's sights and sounds.

It's finished,
My rhythm diminished.
No more words,
It's left this world.

My life has gone,
I can't hear the songs.
My heart beats no more,
And I can't find an open door.

Let me be, set me free,
Let me see; let me breathe.
My soul is in chains,
And love runs through my veins.
can you hear the rain?
Love is pain.

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