Scourge consumed my wake in the growing path
I fed fear with awe; my hope grew unbecomingly
The face I unravelled the world with—in half
them to love me wholly is wishful thinking; chaotic rather
An old, dreadful time of which I lived in
reminiscing nullifies bliss
Faith anew is pain in another round
I, alone, revolve in bane; no more radiant
To unveil partially—my life is enough
like the moon, I hide myself in half
Memories of affliction scarred; lament under the dark heaven
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Scourge consumed my wake in the growing path
I fed fear with awe; my hope grew unbecomingly
The face I unravelled the world with—in half
them to love me wholly is wishful thinking; chaotic rather
An old, dreadful time of which I lived in
reminiscing nullifies bliss
Faith anew is pain in another round
I, alone, revolve in bane; no more radiant
To unveil partially—my life is enough
like the moon, I hide myself in half
Memories of affliction scarred; lament under the dark heaven
Like a coin, a person always has two sides. Some are just really good at hiding it.
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