I was peacefully lying on the bed session
Something pulled me inside to block my vision
Not knowing what is my mission,
All the happenings turned into pollution
Everyone lost in their hallucination
Of what is the truth conclusion,
Stop right there, there's no petition.
It was all just your false sensation.
As alive me not.
YOU ARE READING
Linked Letters
PoetryBe acquit from the past. Let your today cast As if it will never last. Sula't Tula : contains compiled poems.
