Down the river of memories redeemed lost, satin razors cut the lines of life, a simple cost, synaptic failure, but mental imbalances still, the distress and mystification, my soul does fill, vivid thoughts and lively dreams live on in a song, the feeling of emotional love I haven’t felt in so long, the mountains of Muhammad I’ve climbed to seek, the questions to the answers that make me weak, this blood on my hands are from an unknown source, this knife in my back is from you, yet I feel the remorse, holding on to the past that once was to be, the obscurity clouds my mind and I can no longer see, full of life, yet deceased, my soul rises above, flying through the clouds life a wingless dove, tears of falsehoods beckoning me to betray, release this heart, dear God above, I pray, let it be sovereign and without boundaries, swaying to the symphony that plays in the trees, woodland savior come to me this starless night, bring the fire of soft desires to make everything all right, the scars are healing upon my desecrated heart, but they still bleed deep, every second that we are apart...Birth sign: Aries
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