Strangest of fears strangle my soul
Darkest of nights caress my mind
Hollow, am I from inside?
For I don’t feel the day’s light
Walking with my feet in mud
Breathing the air of ice
Do I even fear dying?
For my heart cant go on lying
Facing the world with a mask not face
I do feel the burns inside
Is this a phase or my future life?
For I sure feel am being buried alive
Was it strange when a season changed life?
Was it strange when a young bird died?
Was it strange when death killed life?
Or was it when the truthful lied?
Darkest of nights caress my mind
Hollow, am I from inside?
For I don’t feel the day’s light
Walking with my feet in mud
Breathing the air of ice
Do I even fear dying?
For my heart cant go on lying
Facing the world with a mask not face
I do feel the burns inside
Is this a phase or my future life?
For I sure feel am being buried alive
Was it strange when a season changed life?
Was it strange when a young bird died?
Was it strange when death killed life?
Or was it when the truthful lied?
1 comment:
Wow!! This is wonderful.Its very deep and meaningful. And touchy!!
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