The Dark Life of Him
A burdensome emotion burst
Dates are being curse
Playing dark games like infinity
Just to lessen his insanity
Pen turned into blade
Eyes red need a shade
A fake smile for survival
To simply hide views about suicidal
Blame fate for his horn
Scars of many thorns
A life he resembles to a naught
Simply pessimistic thought
Followers of great hand want to touch this soul
To save him from gates of hole
Simply a name not in list
Still, at the end, he penned his wrist
10-28-2014 @ 11:00 pm
Mysterious Aries
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