Branging in the rain,
Angels are pleading.
Mourning.
With their eyes full of tears.
I can see their pain.
I can see the hate.
I can see the worry.
I can see the fright.
I can see the loathe.
Spreading their small wings,
Intend to fly.
Always wishing to fly.
To reach the sky.
But ended being failed.
Many times.
With their broken wings.
Impossible to fullfill.
Broken wings.
Broken wings that's like a broken dreams.
Broken wings that's like a broken self.
And a broken self means a broken soul.
A broken soul.
A shattered soul.
A lost soul.
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World Of Lies
PoetryWhen you're bleeding but no one ever noticed. When you're dying inside but everyone keeps on laughing hard at you. When the world wants to throw you up but you still ended being here. Mourning. Mourning in your own Grave. Mourning in your own Misery...
