Getting over...
Treacherous ways of humanity
Innocence turned to stupidity
Can never see eye to eye
Morning comes shining sun above me
Evening drowns the star of my world
Night falls on my timid shoulders
A nightmare for my dreams all whirled
Crafted by my self betrayal
Ignited by the gasoline
Which is running in my body
An otherworldly need to scream
Enslaved by my cold persecution
Marred by gloom of my fantasy
Limb from limb I'm torn in silence
My love has killed, from inside, me...
Death will treat me as another slave
Conscience transferred from owner to master
And suffering will ache to see my heart
As dark as the ocean in a far off galaxy
Slaves to murder, slaves to pain
slaves to ungodly, demonic ways
Slaves to freedom, slaves to lust
Cut to the heart, sweet talking bomber
Dark savage eyes of hungry mortals
Bloody grin of children of the grave
Oppressed by time and situations
Today these victims have turned to slaves
Slave to the mind once was controlled
Today its changed the soul to ruins
And heart to worse
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:19
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Victim turned Slave
Cheated by personalityTreacherous ways of humanity
Innocence turned to stupidity
Can never see eye to eye
Morning comes shining sun above me
Evening drowns the star of my world
Night falls on my timid shoulders
A nightmare for my dreams all whirled
Crafted by my self betrayal
Ignited by the gasoline
Which is running in my body
An otherworldly need to scream
Enslaved by my cold persecution
Marred by gloom of my fantasy
Limb from limb I'm torn in silence
My love has killed, from inside, me...
Death will treat me as another slave
Conscience transferred from owner to master
And suffering will ache to see my heart
As dark as the ocean in a far off galaxy
Slaves to murder, slaves to pain
slaves to ungodly, demonic ways
Slaves to freedom, slaves to lust
Cut to the heart, sweet talking bomber
Dark savage eyes of hungry mortals
Bloody grin of children of the grave
Oppressed by time and situations
Today these victims have turned to slaves
Slave to the mind once was controlled
Today its changed the soul to ruins
And heart to worse
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 528 times
Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:19
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