I'm here under they night sky
It's dark and cloudy so am I,
The clouds of pain raining upon me
Viscious thoughts summoning the demon me.
Would you be my light of hope?
Free my voice, remove this rope?
The voice in my head
Has made my eyes red,
My eyes have been tired
Heart has been fired,
Love causes pain
Now I'm alone in this lane,
Getting drenched in grief and pain.
So give me your hand
Together we will stand
Till we take our last breath
And our story will end.
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Poems of A soul
שירהBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
