Death is strange, did you know?
Like the blood stains on the road
that create illusions whenever u look at them
Death puzzles me for sure,
It has no religion like my ink
My ink weaves stories for the world
And death makes my world, a story
What does hope mean to it
And why is it always,
lead by countless false prayers
21 years of shelter
21 years of dreams
21 years of determination
21 years of survival
No eyes
No ears
No Jaws
No Tongue
Tell all sympathy to find me a mirror
We can only sit and watch, as she left us forever
Like the blood stains on the road
that create illusions whenever u look at them
Death puzzles me for sure,
It has no religion like my ink
My ink weaves stories for the world
And death makes my world, a story
What does hope mean to it
And why is it always,
lead by countless false prayers
21 years of shelter
21 years of dreams
21 years of determination
21 years of survival
No eyes
No ears
No Jaws
No Tongue
Tell all sympathy to find me a mirror
We can only sit and watch, as she left us forever
1 comment:
Hundred light years is just a moment of sleep,
And Death, a start of another hundred light years on the run....keep walking!!!
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