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Just one more day
I ask my brain who forever lives in trance
Just one more day
I ask to give life a another chance
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I have lived 100 pages and more 100 to live
Half way through, yet easy to conceive
Small is my part in the worlds play
That page by page continues to decay
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I might not be able to save you this time
From the thievery that this time brings along
Snatching you away from my safe treasury
To make you part of the world which has a different song
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No writer was left alive
No poet to frame the happenings
No women to become wife
No men to exchange rings
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Those eyes mock him
and words spit fire
he still resists all this
by controlling his inner sire.
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I sometimes think that I am possessed by anger
The Satan nurturing in me
who at times shows up behind my face
making me look horrendous and danger
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And they kept walking
A mile, then another and then another
With mask covering their mouth which also covered their partial helpless face,
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The drop of blood, Red and scary, Rolls down through my body as I stare.
A whole lot of identity leaves behind his trace
The trace in the form of stain on my body as it makes his way
I find it getting thinner and thinner.
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Just One More Day
Just one more day
I ask my brain who forever lives in trance
Just one more day
I ask to give life a another chance
Just one more day
I ask myself, before I cut my veins
Just one more day
And tomorrow; I might get rescued from all strains
Tomorrow we can start new
And I may turn good enough, smart enough.
Tomorrow we will start new
And for the world I still be ‘not enough'
I may end the smartest horse in the race
Or I may just end the same
I may succeed in what this world wants me to face
Or it may just be the end of the game
The cyclone of thoughts in my brain
Runs through the infinite time of loneliness
From the lanes of present and past
Nurturing in whispers of blame and carelessness
And when it's full grown with taunts and shame
Where hope is no more his friend and faith not his game
He brings himself back to the place of uncertainty
To live a life or live in eternity
So, he holds a razor in one hand
And stares another whose veins he is about to slay
This is the time to take a last stand
And he decides to give life another day.
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