These lines are dark in complexion
I wrote them at the middle of somewhere, heading nowhere
They are the crumbs that fell from the art of last night
When my pen became the shadows of desolate bodies
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I was born on the 26th day of the 12th month- from my mother's womb, i was even
I have always thought life would come in same order
Till every seconds tick, with a pinch of oddness
- a friend left, clinging to death in holy matrimony
- my lover says love is sour on my lips, she left
- fate played dice with my heart, leaving goodbyes as my soulmate
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I was taught to live with the scars
Of the bruises in my mother's smile
I grew up with the art of deception
Wrapped in the attire of beauty in men's words
That, it's the only way they set their tongues free
To speak their father's language, not to a woman's ears, but between her legs
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I die at every birth of a new sunrise
Cause, another boy would stray in wounded verse
And another girl would seek the face of death
We were born to walk in circles- it's the only way to reach our deaths-tination
For so long, we've been on this voyage
Running to catch up with life and sanity
But, she keep spinning with insanity trailing her skin
.
Tomorrow, another soul would find a reason to live in
the confines of suicide
And another shall write history in metaphors of lost memories- that's how life dances to the beat of fate and its sober lyrical reflections
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These lines are dark in complexion
I wrote them at the middle of somewhere, heading nowhere
They are the crumbs that fell from the art of last night
When my pen became the shadows of desolate bodies