The clock seems to tick backwards
Early in the morning , deep in the night
Stuck in a movie so blue and gray
Wounded soldiers fall, no one to revive.
Soul is veiled with obsidian screen ,
Drowning in darkness, she craves for light
Predators feast on flesh and bones
Dissolves in misery , barely survive.
Her world is fading in endless tears,
Pouring like rain, making her feel alive
We are infested with numerous fears
Sparks of holliness in our deceased conscience.
Dear God! Will you ever hear her prayer ?
Bleeding from inside she came to your shrines,
Broken faith was her greatest nightmare,
Unshed tears are all her heart confines.
Open your eyes to the vibrant light ,
Only in this life we fall still fightLet those tears wipe all your grime
Water: A blessing of this deserted life.
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Can you recognize her? 💐❤ She is from Mumbai , India. I am not gonna tell u her name bitches. Go and find her in Chain of Iron .I am so proud of myself that I am an ardent fan of Cassie's work. Love you ❤😭. She is melting my heart each and everyday.
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Obsidian Love
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