Darkness divine,
walk beside me.
Can we revive
what we don't see?
Through misty eyes,
we see the lies
that they disguise.
Such fallacy!
Obsessed with the shade of the night,
Blinded by the fear of the light.
Can anyone tell me oh why?
Why do we pretend to not see?
Everything's an illusion in the broad daylight.
Confusion created by the distorted lies.
Haunting us every day and every night.
Truth is an ideological sacrifice.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Darkness divine,
walk beside me.
Can we revive
what we don't see?
Through misty eyes,
we see the lies
that they disguise.
Such fallacy!
Obsessed with the shade of the night,
Blinded by the fear of the light.
Can anyone tell me oh why?
Why do we pretend to not see?
Everything's an illusion in the broad daylight.
Confusion created by the distorted lies.
Haunting us every day and every night.
Truth is an ideological sacrifice.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
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