Days go adrift, you’re losing control
Wandering in search of reasons to breathe
The scarlet heavens waiting to pour down on you
Where do you scuttle for comfort
Closed eyes still don’t alleviate the pain,
The thorns deep inside still mar
Darkness embodies fear around you
Where will it end…
Shadows of your past dance in the trance
Clinging on to the last morsel of sanity
Gone are the green meadows
You can’t bury the weakness that thrives in you
Blinded reality from the consumed poison
Still can’t invigorate the bitter savor of life
You start running
Only to plunge in the mysterious melancholy
It all comes to an end
Rags
Inspired by Ian Curtis of Joy Division
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