Shattered glasses and broken dreams,
Here we are, how does it seem?
Looking for someone else to blame;
As always, going on taking names.
'Cause all we want is to be proven right,
Hiding our hideous crimes in the night.
Are you afraid, I might show the light?
Bloody lips and blurry sight.
Let's clean it up, these stained sheets,
Relax, they deserved it, all those cheats.
It's just blood, they ain't stained with guilt,
It'll take more for a madhouse to be built.
- Sneha.
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Chaos In My Mind
PoetryExperiences spiced up with imagination , penned down , so that you can read and maybe even relate. Metaphors used. If you relate, you relate. ***** An effort to give shape to the constant chaos in my m...
