The cracks in the wall are widening,
The nails of time piercing
Deeper and deeper as resistance gives way
The practised smile of ages walks away.
Concealed within this empty heart
The pain of living rips me apart
My fakeness is loosing its colour
I am in disarray, complete disorder.
Ages have passed since I last slept
That peace of mind slowly crept
Away from me as truth of world prevailed
In every dream of victory, I failed.
Still holding on to something unknown
You perhaps, for only you have known
That every second I live to die
Please hold me, I dont want to cry.
1 comment:
Sometimes, a tear has all your answers.
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