Like darkness
, once upon a day
I beamed with virtue ‘
Then I asked?
unpainted must all my colors fade?
Like broken strain , must I chant with ire ?
Like a vase ‘ what’s part of me is halfway empty
Smashed into pieces cluttered is the pain of existence
While I dance to un old grudge
It sings of grief !
Telling an old folk
of a faultless villain
That lights with beam
In world full of madness
Apr 29, 2023
Apr 29, 2023 at 4:04 AM UTC
Like darkness
, once upon a day
I beamed with virtue ‘
Then I asked?
unpainted must all my colors fade?
Like broken strain , must I chant with ire ?
Like a vase ‘ what’s part of me is halfway empty
Smashed into pieces cluttered is the pain of existence
While I dance to un old grudge
It sings of grief !
Telling an old folk
of a faultless villain
That lights with beam
In world full of madness
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