Empty, matter-less rooms making loud noises
Ringing in the ears with a familiar buzz
Blindfolded, some figures haunt me
And some paralyzed thoughts, start to run
Some forgotten, shut doors open up new homes
Every time I make way through a dead end
Madness shows more sanity
Like cold nights beckoning warm embraces
Some shake ups make me stable
Some attached strings set me free
When drying rains & drenching sunlight
Remind me what irony truly is
-Moumita :)
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC