Days of laughs and midnight blue,
From walking on broken glasses to morning dew.
Do you know where the blinding eyes lead you?
If you do will you still go through?
The ashes of past and the echoes of present,
Interwoven together with surprises enchanted.
Driven melodies of magic and miracles,
With moments of dry tears and laughless chuckles.
Waves of time against the tides of tries,
Deep you sink and high you fly.
As the sound of silence slowly reaches,
And closer the end of race towards the grave.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
Days of laughs and midnight blue,
From walking on broken glasses to morning dew.
Do you know where the blinding eyes lead you?
If you do will you still go through?
The ashes of past and the echoes of present,
Interwoven together with surprises enchanted.
Driven melodies of magic and miracles,
With moments of dry tears and laughless chuckles.
Waves of time against the tides of tries,
Deep you sink and high you fly.
As the sound of silence slowly reaches,
And closer the end of race towards the grave.