Secrets untold behold my eyes.
They are very expressive otherwise.
My screams and cries have been locked in a dungeon.
Iam a mute spectator, eventhough with a vision.
The world seeks the lies and not honesty.
There is room for evil and none for piety.
My grief gets capsized in the teary storm.
In the long run, nightmares they form.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Secrets untold behold my eyes.
They are very expressive otherwise.
My screams and cries have been locked in a dungeon.
Iam a mute spectator, eventhough with a vision.
The world seeks the lies and not honesty.
There is room for evil and none for piety.
My grief gets capsized in the teary storm.
In the long run, nightmares they form.