cascade of your hair

It’s not the first time I have been into darkness

Not withstanding , forgiveness amused being disguised

None but the worry of depart , srinked , parched , but my faculty of sight eludes from me

Critical perusal of my conscience , muttered in the sake of secrecy

Debt of reason , unanswered , mortified to myself

Running blind , captivated , posessed and charmed

Thundered in my subconcious ” I dream in my dream the dreams of the world “

Triggered or tortured , slaved or mutiliated

I did not fear death , I did not judge , I believed in my believes and rested on faith

Has not been the end of the end

On my left shoulder , nozzil of a rifel

Mesmerizes by the rage of severed reality

Tired bullets beholded misery , disruption and disaster

Earnestly declining from shel , to be freed

On my left shoulder , nozzil of a rifel

Its not the first time I have been into darkness

Remembered getting lost in the cascade of your hair

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