In the wreckage of shattered dreams,
I find myself lying down
Underneath the stars, beneath the broken sky.
The echoes of heartache reverberate within,
A symphony of chaos, a cacophony of sin.
Where each choice is like a dagger, each decision a curse,
leaving scars that bleed and wounds that won't nurse.
The whiskey burns like fire in my veins, it sears through my body
but won't numb the pain.
It had me drowning in madness, in the pouring rain.
Like a wounded animal, I roam the streets,
Seeking solace in the alleyway where darkness and shadow meet.
But from this ache in my heart still no relief
And I suffocate in the grip of my grief.
Should I dance with the devil or seek divine grace?
In this carnival of chaos, in this twisted race.
The answers elude me, slipping through my fingers like sand
and I can't seem to grasp,
As I stumble through the wreckage, in this drunken gasp.
But amidst the wreckage, a spark of defiance arise,
A rebellion against fate, a secret alliance.
So I raised a glass to the uncertain night,
Embracing the chaos with all my might.
And I cling to the fragments of my shattered soul,
And I pray for salvation to swallow me whole.-
"You won't find the same person twice,
not even in the same person"
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i'm lost in oceans of thought only to find myself adrift in the vast expanse of uncertainty, where every wave threatens to swallow me whole.
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You taught me a chapter of happiness when i was busy reading my book of loneliness
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नौजवान मुसाफ़िर की उम्र, सौ साल बताई गई।
कहा जाता था, वो मंजिल का पता जानता हैं ।-
Pata nahi kyun kuch swaal ma har roz khud se karta hoo....
1) kya Itna Bura Hun Main
2) kya mujhe yah karna chahie
3) kya Maine vah Sahi kiya tha
Har Kisi Ke pass ine sawalon ka अलग-अलग Jawab Hota Hai????
But I don't want a answer ...
I only want a explanation-
I get lost in your eyes
Bright like sun glare on ice.
Sharp layout that hurts,
Who whispers them even with their truest thoughts.
You're upside down, Behind is this darkness
Ready to drown myself...... Abyss that' call
While the soul is out wraps and cover it.
Still it bespoke the absolution into the conflicts,
Wheather to choose real or fake.
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