He needs to halt;
doesn't even know where to start
He lost his mind
Yet, he is blind
--
His life is like a city that burns the sky
He lives his heart like a paper left in the rain
Years gone by
Things have just remained unchanged
That blind selfish weak man
Now touches his ashes, he was cremated
"I told ya, his life is like the city that turns into dust
I told ya, his heart is torn apart"
--
that man;
howling
and people feared
and the girls cried.
he is unwanted
--
Now, I can see things
Even its a total dark
Quite surprised I wasn't that blind
Alas!
Why can`t I hear my very own laugh??
Well, at least I wasn't dead, just breathless
Even this heart doesn't beat
At least, I`m alive
Even this coffin doesn't fit me
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