Guilt, so dark
That it fills from inside
Makes you hollow
Of the work that
Is not practised in a long time
Do they even feel it
Do they even sense
That plight of mischief fonds
I see that finally my soul is torn
Care for eveything
That came in the way
Making everything special
With charming ways
But I see the fight is in vain
Changing circumstances
Put forward by a runaway dream
I see a new horror
Coming to the reel
And the beautiful eyes
That used to be
Are placed in the onset of dawn
But with a tinge of blue light
So bleak, but
Only if you see
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Guilt, so dark
That it fills from inside
Makes you hollow
Of the work that
Is not practised in a long time
Do they even feel it
Do they even sense
That plight of mischief fonds
I see that finally my soul is torn
Care for eveything
That came in the way
Making everything special
With charming ways
But I see the fight is in vain
Changing circumstances
Put forward by a runaway dream
I see a new horror
Coming to the reel
And the beautiful eyes
That used to be
Are placed in the onset of dawn
But with a tinge of blue light
So bleak, but
Only if you see
A feeling for life
