Darkness a void and soft it must be
if only but scared of objects unseen
a fainted dim thought of life beyond me
if were all see through just like glass
can we shatter just as fast
lonely waiting , a retreat from this mask
acceptance, or wanted by others we ask
a curse restrained by me
ripping inside me
broken and hiding
love is a gift
but I wished it didn't find me
now at the edge
sobbing and crying
someone just push me
i'm already dying.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
Darkness a void and soft it must be
if only but scared of objects unseen
a fainted dim thought of life beyond me
if were all see through just like glass
can we shatter just as fast
lonely waiting , a retreat from this mask
acceptance, or wanted by others we ask
a curse restrained by me
ripping inside me
broken and hiding
love is a gift
but I wished it didn't find me
now at the edge
sobbing and crying
someone just push me
i'm already dying.
I feel intrigued deeply by the worldy thoughts and desires which drive us as brethren to turn on our loved ones driving us to hatred amongst society which harbors a tragic dark aura.
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