As a child dies, Upon a misty sky. The blood begins to fall, From the worlds of ways, In a nightmare of deadly days. The last breath, The lost one, Amongst the pain, Of all that is insane, To the mindless cage. A suicide, So deep inside, In the eyes, Of the lost soul, Of the burning flame. A spinning sky, Why? As the soul is cursed, Into a life of pain, And suffering.
Reason for writing:
Wrote it off the top off my head. Was in a bad mood when I wrote it. Felt like writing it, after the week i have had.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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