His Whispers in Silence

verses dipped in gray ink his blue sky failed to turn pink color changed faster than light love in gray his soul screams moon obscured by the fog he dreamed of anastolic dreams tattoos are hard to get off his mind made him a slave refused to burn in that fire he decided to stay at same place wishing on that wishful star he burned his pride and let his tears rain picked like a flower in the storm by tyrant monsters like it's a fun game hurt his pride, and took his crown his days never saw daylight in that dark haze brought by the storm search for a beacon came to an end live as an alien in his own town in void of someone, he couldn't lift up his quill blood moon and screams in his head pain and bruises stuck under his skin parted ways when times were rough his quietude and joy's eclipse