A trembling nightmare or a placebo so to say
When world turned grey
And world now happens to be a past fear
Running away from too long
Blessings or unremitting darkness
It's me and my world
.
.
Under the warmth face drippled
Echoing roar of a beast
I think I am lost in wilderness
Remittance to return
For I ve already fleed
And no longer be valiant
For the greens that burned down
Left me with a pore
Absorbing every radiation not of love
Soberness, hatred, vengeance
Shall I ever be grateful?
A never ending stigma.
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