Walk in the lane of learning , mystical and screaming.
By far the lost one have no hold of dignity and grace,if she leaves off there wont be any trace.
Don’t cut me off to that look, As an easy eassy from that painful book.
Can you just stop from falling, With what goes down never flies back living.
Slipping in the cold and crying eyes out gold, desired with those eyes finding mercy in being bold.
Snail the beats of dreadful love, would i stop from being a dove.
Sing me little sympathy, sad euphoria juggling my stand, let me find myself in burning with no falsehood of getting buried in dead sand.
Torn shoes with skin bleeding within justifies his struggle, haven’t those tough waves broken my will making me no trouble.
With no words cut in as i walk through the corridor, what have i got myself into now there isn’t any sorry door.
“Cold skin spares me with no energy,
if you wanna be good let him suffer slowly”