Every tear he cried
Every blood drop he shed,
Every plea he made
Everytime he begged,
Can you die for me has always been a question of ask to every single person who believes he is in love,
Yet Can you live for me should be a question to ask I suppose just not it shows you
What you really are
Who you really become
What you really want,
For example ,we dry our body by pain to an extend where it surely will dissolve the anniexty with in you.
But when it comes to handling the pain to a level where you don’t define yourself
How could you bearly breath when your whole life is choking
Messed up she said
Death he craved,
At times situation turns out to be out worst if you don’t speak, usually past defines you by the name of either as a gambler or a mercenary !
What about the child within me that got killed by the arrows of subjective non formal needy love.
If people plea you it means they actually they have sense of guilt and surely they are changing.
Numb mind ,broken heart and a dead soul are mixture of something that are much difficult to understand and over thinking makes you one hell of a depressing person.
Nights meant for sleep turn into warfare of a broken heart and numb mind.
Heart and brain if thinking same can make a person turn genius but different paths turns them An Anarchist ,A Psychotic gangster.
“Well cry and scream out loud
Because death has came to your doorsteps
Calling the soul out
One thing to ask,
Will she attend the ceremony
Because I have given my sins
Now,I’m ready for my hell”