For darkness begat a soul
That's stuck in dreams of seeing the light
Reminiscing the times when it was free, unrestrained and wild
As it's consciousness was sturdy and crystal clear like refined diamond
Now it's lost in endless sorrow
For sorrow begat a being
That sings with a melody that mesmerises the mind
Making it wonder aimlessly in the seven seas
Searching for a treasure that hopes to set it free from its anguish
For pessimism begat me
Whose only friends are grief and despair
Who hopes for a better tomorrow in this never ending nightmare
So that I can at least stand straight and brave the incoming storm
In this world that swallowed me whole
With no single cell that I can claim to be my own
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House of Soul
PuisiFrom the heart, a soul of a writer was born with the pen poised. Poised to write the endeavours of man and spirit alike so as to elevate the mind and to say what is hidden beneath.
