Jasleen Sangha

Rookie (Dec.12th 1992 / British Columbia, Richmond)

Perfect Vanity

…And the wind was, whispering a tune,
Hoping for the rain to come soon,
Because I’ve lost myself in the crowd,
As it swallows me in like the waves of an ocean, taking me down,
Going blind with insanity,
Watching people die for the perfect vanity,
And a bird quiets down as the hunter’s bullet pierces its feathered heart,
If all good things come to an end why do they start?
The thunder rumbles in warning of its return,

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