Caught in the middle,
Like a poison in wine,
I keep on wearing new masks.
As the day passes,
You won't be able to identify if I am daisy or silk flower.
Perfect life is chiseled with flaws,
The cracks are so visible, eyes burn.
Eastside heart gave upon me yesterday,
Who wants to be with sick person?
Like a honey drops, happiness is fed,
In silver spoon, inside the silver cage,
A cage with never ending abyss.
Before I fall, I faded along the stars,
As I was one who died in the life's bizzare scars.
Halsey
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PoetryFor the souls who are in search of life in writings and drown themselves in darkness. Just some of my random writings, in no particular genre or order... I do not authorise this book to be published anywhere but Wattpad. If this book is published o...
