The soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
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Every scar of me Trying to sing a tale That my heart screams with silence. My skin bleeds When the silver runs through it Bursting that pain Like a firecracker. Blood red sunsets Dark lonely midnights In these hours My mind plays them out But everyone's deaf No one to read them loud After all What we are Souls imprisoned In our mortal shells Eyes are doors Hearts like mirror The stories bottled within me Searches for a listener It's been so enough But I can't...I can't Fathom them in words Still the words try to escape Even I hold them tight But sorry it's not worth it 'Cause this world's still deaf;
