Time to sell your soul
I abjure, this sadness i feel
It's still something out there
I can't say another word
To describe this solitude
It's hunting me , i can't react
Ceremonies begins
In the evening my emotions
Was buried in the sands of sorrow
I hear those spirits screaming
Singing over my dead end
For the first time it was better than now
Too much pain to the heart
Too little to die
There's no place in hell
But sometimes it turns to be
A perfect place for me
To contest a seat in hell
Tonight i couldn't sleep
To follow the creed of silence
Clouds decay, you deny the crime
I'm the designer of your misery
In the house of crusted flowers
Will you take my gun
Winter devilment inside the soul
One shot, the only way to help me survive
Will u cry when i die ?.
YOU ARE READING
Two Tears
PoetryFor my love, My HOPE The love we have is a definite testament that spanned decades, though we came from afar place, we were always able to find each other, across an ocean of time. I love you eternally.
