Burning in the fire of your love,
I’m about to turn to ash,
My train of emotions running low,
Will collide with numbness with a bash.
Who to blame for this mess of things?
I blame me, for catching the feelings
A thousand needles piercing my skin,
It’s this numbness that’ll help me through thick and thin
Like a lonely walk on a snowy winter night,
I’m about to become cold, dark and finite
Losing hope, losing love, losing all things that makes me human,
My whole self is left in ruins. -Rudra
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
Burning in the fire of your love,
I’m about to turn to ash,
My train of emotions running low,
Will collide with numbness with a bash.
Who to blame for this mess of things?
I blame me, for catching the feelings
A thousand needles piercing my skin,
It’s this numbness that’ll help me through thick and thin
Like a lonely walk on a snowy winter night,
I’m about to become cold, dark and finite
Losing hope, losing love, losing all things that makes me human,
My whole self is left in ruins. -Rudra
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