topazgold

THIS IS MY STORY,
          	
          	A SILENT LIFE,
          	
          	STILLNESS IS SAYING,
          	
          	WHY ARE YOU ENDURING THIS OPPRESSION,
          	
          	
          	
          	AN OLD TALE,
          	
          	
          	FROM THE MOUTH OF SOLITUDE,
          	
          	
          	EVERY WOUND IS BLOOMING,
          	
          	
          	ITS TELLING SOMETHING TO ME,
          	
          	
          	
          	I'M GATTHERING THESE PINING SPIKES OF GRIEFS FROM MY WORLD OF MEMORIES,
          	
          	
          	I'M ALIVE IN THE CLOAK OF FALLING WALLS,
          	
          	
          	
          	ON THE WHOLE THIS IS MY STORY,
          	
          	AN UNMARKED SOUVENIR,
          	
          	
          	A FEAR IS FLOWING,
          	
          	ITS TELLING SOMETHING TO ME,
          	
          	
          	
          	I'M GATTHERING THESE PINING SPIKES OF GRIEFS FROM MY WORLD OF MEMORIES,
          	
          	
          	I'M ALIVE IN THE CLOAK OF FALLING WALLS,
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	DEWS OF LOVE ARE SOUNDING IN MY WORLD,
          	
          	
          	THE SHADOWS OF AMBUSHED DEATH KEEPS ON SHOWERING,
          	
          	
          	MY EYES GET TANGLED WITH THE INK,
          	
          	
          	NO ONE.....THERE IS NO ONE TO TELL,
          	
          	
          	HOW LONG SHOULD WAIT FOR THE SUNSHINE,
          	
          	
          	NO ONE, THERE IS NO ONE,
          	
          	
          	NEITHER NEAR NOR AWAY,
          	
          	
          	THIS IS LOVE,
          	
          	
          	HEART-BEATS OF HEART,
          	
          	
          	WHICH KEEPS PROCALIMING THEIR AFFECTION,
          	
          	LIFE IS, ONE, WHICH KEEPS LIVING
          	
          	WHICH KEEPS SIPPING THE BLOOD,
          	
          	WHICH KEEPS STITCHING MY DREAMS WITH THE EYES,
          	
          	
          	NOW THERE IS NO ONE NEAR ME,
          	
          	
          	EVEN THOUGH A FEELING IS THERE,
          	
          	
          	TANGLED IN HERE,
          	
          	
          	THERE IS A HOPE TO LIVE,
          	
          	
          	THIS HEART WHICH IS A WOODS OF MEMORIES,
          	
          	
          	BURNT & INJURED HEART BY THESE SPIKES OF GRIEFS,
          	
          	
          	
          	I'M GATTHERING THESE PINING SPIKES OF GRIEFS FROM MY WORLD OF MEMORIES,
          	
          	
          	I'M ALIVE IN THE CLOAK OF FALLING WALLS :)))

topazgold

THIS IS MY STORY,
          
          A SILENT LIFE,
          
          STILLNESS IS SAYING,
          
          WHY ARE YOU ENDURING THIS OPPRESSION,
          
          
          
          AN OLD TALE,
          
          
          FROM THE MOUTH OF SOLITUDE,
          
          
          EVERY WOUND IS BLOOMING,
          
          
          ITS TELLING SOMETHING TO ME,
          
          
          
          I'M GATTHERING THESE PINING SPIKES OF GRIEFS FROM MY WORLD OF MEMORIES,
          
          
          I'M ALIVE IN THE CLOAK OF FALLING WALLS,
          
          
          
          ON THE WHOLE THIS IS MY STORY,
          
          AN UNMARKED SOUVENIR,
          
          
          A FEAR IS FLOWING,
          
          ITS TELLING SOMETHING TO ME,
          
          
          
          I'M GATTHERING THESE PINING SPIKES OF GRIEFS FROM MY WORLD OF MEMORIES,
          
          
          I'M ALIVE IN THE CLOAK OF FALLING WALLS,
          
          
          
          
          DEWS OF LOVE ARE SOUNDING IN MY WORLD,
          
          
          THE SHADOWS OF AMBUSHED DEATH KEEPS ON SHOWERING,
          
          
          MY EYES GET TANGLED WITH THE INK,
          
          
          NO ONE.....THERE IS NO ONE TO TELL,
          
          
          HOW LONG SHOULD WAIT FOR THE SUNSHINE,
          
          
          NO ONE, THERE IS NO ONE,
          
          
          NEITHER NEAR NOR AWAY,
          
          
          THIS IS LOVE,
          
          
          HEART-BEATS OF HEART,
          
          
          WHICH KEEPS PROCALIMING THEIR AFFECTION,
          
          LIFE IS, ONE, WHICH KEEPS LIVING
          
          WHICH KEEPS SIPPING THE BLOOD,
          
          WHICH KEEPS STITCHING MY DREAMS WITH THE EYES,
          
          
          NOW THERE IS NO ONE NEAR ME,
          
          
          EVEN THOUGH A FEELING IS THERE,
          
          
          TANGLED IN HERE,
          
          
          THERE IS A HOPE TO LIVE,
          
          
          THIS HEART WHICH IS A WOODS OF MEMORIES,
          
          
          BURNT & INJURED HEART BY THESE SPIKES OF GRIEFS,
          
          
          
          I'M GATTHERING THESE PINING SPIKES OF GRIEFS FROM MY WORLD OF MEMORIES,
          
          
          I'M ALIVE IN THE CLOAK OF FALLING WALLS :)))