My Dying Soul
I wake up everyday, wishing that my past is just a bad nightmare. Just to see myself
starring at the same sealing again. Just when I think there's a glimpse of hope hiding
somewhere behind the darkness, I look at my chest to find the same old hole in a place
where once a heart had beaten. Where is the beauty in this world now that what I had is
gone, what happened to love from first sight and fairy tales in real life? How does such
thing vanish if it ever was true? Why have you kept me in an illusion for so long, I was
once a human with a pure soul. How can you convince yourself that glass is diamond, and
still move on. While I'm the one who would've worshiped you if it wasn't for god's sake.
My life was priceless to save a tear from your beautiful eyes, it was yours .. All yours.
As strong as a man tries to be, and stand tall. Yet not even mountains can stand forever.
I don't bleed in blood, I bleed in words, for what I have left is just the expressions of
a dying soul .. Xx My Dying Soul xX.
Copyright © Tarek Al Sabouni | Year Posted 2010
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