Sunday, July 26, 2015

Mind and thoughts

Contaminated thoughts adulterated minds
Difficult breaths while living in the dark
Black memories , charcoaled soul

Living with thoughts that sound irrational
The complexity in being simple

Feeling as if the glass is full
Without the shades life is so dull

I know not where I came from
I know not where I would go to
Being faceless, formless, nameless
There is nothing left to undress

Here I shall remain
and here I shall regain
the best of me and the worst
For everything fades to dust


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