
‘morrows cling st the door of today
Framed with radiant melancholies of yesterday
I stepped in
Where humans play
Life they call it a myth they believe
‘morrows cling st the door of today
Framed with radiant melancholies of yesterday
I stepped in
Where humans play
Life they call it a myth they believe
Forgotten scars
memories
tainted with tears and screams.
I thought I left everything behind when I moved into the city.
I thought I, no longer,
was confound by that ugly beauty.
It chases me during midnight and evaporate my sleep.
Tell me, how many more times, do I have to bleed?
And “FEEL”.