Mountains shake violently
Before frequently into a bloodstain;
Focusing into the cloud
Making a wish to the greatness.
Out of control from inside
Chained to sickness;
As retaining from numbness
My story began.
Each battle decay from eyesight
To served every sin;
Trust in crazy situation
To recognized the familiar.
Locked away to lonesome
At the hand of mercy;
Only to be lied to
About my broken tree.
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Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
