Psyche Of PainA Poem by VR Zette
Naked night resumes.
Strolling the boulevard of broken dreams. Loyalty and pain, he consumes. Crimson dream as it seems. Hard to understand, Complicated to explain. Listening to the leader of the band, And rhythm of the rain. Trying to call, Hearing murmurs in my mind. In this night, I fall. The night I find. Running through depths and heights. Singing this song, Remeniscing these sights, And choosing where to belong. I know where I've been But I don't know who I am. Nothing can be seen And fireflies will never come. In this dawn I will wait, Wait for blue skies. Now I know this is my fate, Fate for temporary hellos and permanent goodbyes. © 2015 VR Zette |
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Added on December 12, 2015 Last Updated on December 12, 2015 |

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