Silence is sound
So is my heartbeat
Deep beneath the ground
What I assume is six feetFrown etched upon my face
Due to the lack of a casket
Where is my corpse placed?
In a beautiful bloody basketIt's peaceful down here
With no judgements to take
Utter darkness has made its way near
No feeling's at stakeA part of this corpse
Is dying to come out
Irony being ironical as it is
The dead is dying- Kiara
BINABASA MO ANG
| Lurking With The Stars |
Random❝ hundreds of stories, thousands of words wailing in my head pleading to be weaved together and finally make sense ❞