STORM
You're weaken from this fight;
so lost that you're alone in this light.
All that was gone wont be back til tomorrow;
and all that is here just disappeared in sorrow.
You take your pride and forget the guilt inside,
distracted by the surroundings you couldn't hide,
afflicted by the wounds that shattered your eyes;
to walk around puzzled in the maze of lies.
-like the voices in the rain,
as mysterious as the Angels sang:
A love found throughout pain,
the ending that set you back here again.
-And all that is all.
You held up your hands just to feel what was left of this,
hoped that fate could filled the emptiness.
The emptiness that you lost along the way,
feel like disappearing and began to pray.
As the voices grew louder,
your black clouds grew colder.
In this world nothing is true,
define who we are and what's left of you.
could it be all part of a dream?
what's black and white with blurred in between?!
It makes you hate the beauty in pain;
as its raining again.....
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