The sun is burning in my veins
The rain has gone insane.
Saturation pours over my head
The liquid dreams have left a hazy shade.
A bitter taste to all the rest
Green smokes fill-up the sky.
At the heaven's gate with scribbled fate
Nothing seems to be alright
Spirits come and touch our soul
Make us scream aloud.
All the healers are the sinners,
Covering all my senses with a shroud.
The third eye is blinded
But the core soul is enjoying
An indifferent laugh on the face of living
But, in the end,
It made no difference.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
The sun is burning in my veins
The rain has gone insane.
Saturation pours over my head
The liquid dreams have left a hazy shade.
A bitter taste to all the rest
Green smokes fill-up the sky.
At the heaven's gate with scribbled fate
Nothing seems to be alright
Spirits come and touch our soul
Make us scream aloud.
All the healers are the sinners,
Covering all my senses with a shroud.
The third eye is blinded
But the core soul is enjoying
An indifferent laugh on the face of living
But, in the end,
It made no difference.
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