A lily sits frozen upon a white mountain,
Overseeing the crimson sun.
Overseeing landscapes with striking ginger and emerald,
That even God dreams of such blissful sceneries.
...
The ravens caw,
Raps around my flesh,
It ravages my mind,
Like an empty house.
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My emotions are my chain to this world as I remain locked in the abyss of my mind.
I’m trapped in the form of an adolescence forced to take the unseen pain of the world.
Not even my parents or the rain could wash away my pain.
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Reality is seeping into my fantasy and,
It’s turning my once golden dreams into a dusk road,
Paved by sultans and kings filled with woe.
They smile as their silvery tongues,
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O child smile, speak, why afraid,
Utter a single word and wisdom might be laid in motion
But listen; don’t listen to these words,
Everyone listens to or sprout out of their untold tongue
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Its drizzling angel tears,
Upon the sidewalks, the roads, and old leafs.
As the darkened blue sky makes a thundering echo,
Like a mix of barrels being rolled down, and chairs crashing.
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I rather be a devil that torments people,
And sends them back on the path of righteousness.
Then being an angel that grants ones dream,
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My heart is slowly falling,
Falling into this thing called love.
And
Softly being swayed back and forth,
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Reality like a mist,
Thoughts like a darkness.
Clear blue tears bleed red,
And Skin fluttering like burning paper.
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