Living On the Scars

Where did the role of soul leave? Blind in directions, lost in destination Escaped amid to the extraneous crowds As if gone shattered like the whisper of dusk Peace of mind seemed to be fade and mortal Like a starlight with less of hope There was no love, no sorrow Everything placed as ghosts Will it able to question If you hold all the answers Will it able to survive If you bury all of your sides Confusion... Mind occupied.... The uncertainty rule the roost Thirst caressing for longing Wondering for the cure, arrested in anxiety