d i s i s a i s | 1 6The night shuddered its last breath
But everything just felt reborn
Except one tired and lonesome soul.
It wished to vanish, cease to exist
But the universe never heed its call.
The new dawn was unrelentless
Breaking free from its chains
It tore through the dark with cruel force
Callously blinding everything in its wake.
Living this life was neither a blessing nor a curse
It was a bloody battle of surviving a trick and a ruse
But without armour, not without loss...
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Freedom Wall
PoetryPoetry is my music. Music is my soul. Therefore, poetry is my soul.