Standing in the hall of death
Where I'm trying to catch my breath
Stuck between these empty walls
I close my eyes as the night falls
Sometimes the sky shows a glimpse of light
But it isn't enough to make me feel right
Around me roaming lost souls
Like in a giant masquerade all playing their roles
The sick, the mad
The good, the bad
The sad, the grieving
The hurt, the bleeding
All pretending, hiding their torment
Trying to look like those who didn't fall in their ascent
They're all erring and dancing around while trying to catch their breath
During this beautiful masquerade in the hall of death
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The Secret Thoughts of a Wandering Soul: Poem collection
Poetry"Quiet people have the loudest minds". Here are some of my thoughts gathered in a collection of poems. Thoughts that I never really talk about, things that not a lot know about me.
