As night turns into day,
The path I choose I may,
It is all I could ever brought.
As I can only feel sorrow and in drought.
The tides are against me.
All of the cards are flipped.
The wind blows me away,
As I try to unravel my fate.
This barren land that I am in,
Drowns me in solitude.
Whatever path that may begin,
A journey that ends towards death.
As I look into the shallow window,
the presence of insincerity is seen.
The vanished hope of finding your existence,
precedes the essence of life.
I, who do not know,
lives in an abyss of desolation.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
As night turns into day,
The path I choose I may,
It is all I could ever brought.
As I can only feel sorrow and in drought.
The tides are against me.
All of the cards are flipped.
The wind blows me away,
As I try to unravel my fate.
This barren land that I am in,
Drowns me in solitude.
Whatever path that may begin,
A journey that ends towards death.
As I look into the shallow window,
the presence of insincerity is seen.
The vanished hope of finding your existence,
precedes the essence of life.
I, who do not know,
lives in an abyss of desolation.
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