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I see his bent head, soft silent tears
A scarred skin, oh the hidden fears
But I'm not touched, I am heartless
Darkly somber like a game of chess
So I pass him this mysterious smile
To wreck him in a destructive style
Penetratin' in his soul with my eyes
I cloud fadin' colors of his lost skies
Sprinkling around bitter memories
I make him drink painful congeries
I love how he begs me to spare him
But he doesn't know, I am not prim
So I toss his dying soul on cold tiles
And depart to travel unfolded miles
Storming my chaos as a soul so free
I make these tensed crowds fear me
For I shatter the silence in the souls
Making 'em ponder over loop holes
And all them mysteries of existence
Tryin' to eschew me at any expense
For this society, I'm barrier so huge
Scattered pain's in search of refuge
In shelters, people are tryin' to hide
On highly insane waves, alone I ride
Wandering horizon in pourin' rain
I can't be stopped for I'm a...
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hurricane
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
