My scarred soul beholds
Unearthed secrets. The trauma of betrayals made
My mind entered the hell of insanity There are cracks in the stars
Inside my intruding eyes, the colour of my soul got dull
The wild flowers that were inside are now slowly withering off
My lost spirit is craving hard to be actually found
Ahh, but those sweet yet dreadful nostalgia of yours is making me totally useless. Where your voice was night therapy for me has now become!
Nightmarish empty chaos, I keep asking myself , " I hope an illusion...
