I see the pain in your eyes;the inferno of hatred glowing in disguise,
I can feel the pain of anguish hidden in your pride;pain of loneliness on your emotional ride,
The radiance of your face grooming in fear;agonizing screams is all we can hear,
Feeling the burns of misery running through your veins;internal bleeding of the loss and the gains,
The past hunting you with terror; arrays of your mistakes in both pain and horror,
Paths graven by evil and the wrongs;the road map of a soul grasping for little hope to be strong,
No beacon of light just darkness;a life that knowth no peace just fear and serene madness,
Feel my soul you say breathe the air that i am breathing;Feel my lost hope, feel the misery that i am feeling,
Life will never change for you just passing with every season;The pain that you feel, the internally bleeding for no cause no reason,
The tears that you cry;the river of pain that will never run dry,
Through the nights infested by stings of betrayals;the stigma of life's denial,
gather the pieces of your broken heart and lost hopes; the broken dreams all seen in blind horoscopes,
To see the bar line of your blind lust for sin; the wickedness you fizz in a loud din,
The joy of people you took away;the light of hopes you never showed the way,
The faces you fraught with terror and fed with fears;the children you drowned in pool of blood and in tears,
The women you took their pride;taken through sexual and lustful ride, for you life will never be a bliss; i hope you feel my grief as you are reading this,
The pain to chronicle this is more than I can sought;The skill it takes to craft it, is more than I have got,
No matter how hard you try you can't run away from your tomorrow;cos it looks as good as a broken mirror.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
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