FaraM Siddiqui


Buried in the Sunset


Sun is crawling down
I wait for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Im still alive here
Still waiting for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Days are passing by
Its getting hard to breathe
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

I faked my death
since i felt a threat
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset

Now real death is drawing near
as the sun breaks the new dawn
but Im no longer waiting for you
I sacrificed,
Two yards under
I buried myself in the sunset

- FaraM Siddiqui

Submitted: Thursday, November 11, 2010
Edited: Thursday, November 11, 2010

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