By LJK
In my world its lonely,
its dark there too
I wander around
Like lost souls do
In my world, I'm happy
The next day I'm sad
I wouldn't change a thing
Was born from the bad
In my world there's solace
Contemporary art
No malice intended
I'm two worlds apart
In my world my music is magic.
It carries me away
A passion that's burning
Best part of my day
In my world I'm free
Unbound and repaired
The heavens are open
My hearts not ensnared
In my world no one is watching
Theres no one to care
I stand proud and tall
My burdens I bare
But my world has many conditions and terms
True meaning and soulful, reality burns
My world is an abstract of what it should be
It made a martyr - a puppet of me
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