Grieving in dreams
flee broken bird
In a cage
Alive yet dead
Denied its rights
Denied its rights
Denied its fate
Tortured by it state
Restraint to die
Restraint to die
Restraint to live
Conditioned to Cruelty
Mercy in fear
Conditioned to Cruelty
Mercy in fear
Mercy in tears
Tormented even in dreams
Brutally emptied
Brutally deprived
in hope and in spirit
Tormented even in dreams
Brutally emptied
Brutally deprived
in hope and in spirit
Constrain by Bandage
Only it can Grieved
For loss of the forgotten senses
-when worry of death
BORN FROM THE KISS OF THE WIND
Find the kindness to self.
I have suffered enough by my own hand to be evil to myself.
Evil sort of love...
can it be transformed in time to rescue myself in the form of
contempt in my lifetime.
I pray hope that my torture judgement and critic
to myself will remedy soon by writing.
Only it can Grieved
For loss of the forgotten senses
-when worry of death
BORN FROM THE KISS OF THE WIND
I bear no memory of the past
Awaken in this simple life
No luck in the heavens I say
Awaiting the most awful
now
Awaken in this simple life
No luck in the heavens I say
Awaiting the most awful
now
Throw all this desires away
Dismantled even one hate
Consumed by doubts
Worry not for my anger
Tarnish by drops of time
Air darkened within each sigh
Dismantled even one hate
Consumed by doubts
Worry not for my anger
Tarnish by drops of time
Air darkened within each sigh
Flowers fallen prematurely
Blame not me
Blame not me
Brought by violent Harmony
Of evil lovely songs and poetry
Sweet talked in one moment
And pluck of deceit the next
Followed by angry drums of agony!
Of evil lovely songs and poetry
Sweet talked in one moment
And pluck of deceit the next
Followed by angry drums of agony!
Oath to cry I dare
Review reasons of tears
Realizing - Tears does not belong to me
TRIUMPH AGAINST TRAGEDY
I call upon thee to triumph against their personal tragedyReview reasons of tears
Realizing - Tears does not belong to me
TRIUMPH AGAINST TRAGEDY
Find the kindness to self.
I have suffered enough by my own hand to be evil to myself.
Evil sort of love...
can it be transformed in time to rescue myself in the form of
contempt in my lifetime.
I pray hope that my torture judgement and critic
to myself will remedy soon by writing.
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