I live and then I die
Rising from my coffin, to just lay back here again
To feel the pupose of life, to know why it ends
Is all the same
For the only wish is, to be loved and love
To feel the passion, that burns through cold blood
That exorcises the loneliness, to reside happiness
And then it dies,
Within muddles of life, rains of times
In raving storms of lives
Eventually, the burning Passion subsides
Again takes over the cold loneliness
And the only warmth left are my demons
Until I go back to my coffin,
To maybe never rise again
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The Socrates in You
PoetryThe book is a compilation of Poem written by Something that dwells within me, once in a while. The poems are based on daily life serendipity. Every poem is driven by something we see in our daily life but never really stop to consider unless we are...
