My memory is pitch black
Like the color of the devils heart
My soul begins to rot
Like a meal that's been left out
My tears start to dry
Like a river in the desert
My dreams begin to float
Like a long लॉस्ट feather
My hopes begin to fall
Like rain from a cloud
My hunger ceased to exist
Like a mime that makes sound
My skin wants to break
Like a falling piece of glass
My fear begins to grow
Like a meadow burdened with grass
My anger builds up
Like a गगनचुंबी इमारत with no ending
My sorrow fades out
Like a distant memory
My blood freezes up
Like water in the anartic
My बोन्स become brittle
Like a cigarette without an addict
My plan unfolds itself
Like a फूल beginning to bloom
My mind grows anxious
Like a bomb waiting for the boom
My conscious lies dormant
Like a ज्वर भाता, ज्वालामुखी in the sea
My life awaits death
Like the power in a battery
As my light slowly goes out...
So does the rest of the world..
And life..
Like the color of the devils heart
My soul begins to rot
Like a meal that's been left out
My tears start to dry
Like a river in the desert
My dreams begin to float
Like a long लॉस्ट feather
My hopes begin to fall
Like rain from a cloud
My hunger ceased to exist
Like a mime that makes sound
My skin wants to break
Like a falling piece of glass
My fear begins to grow
Like a meadow burdened with grass
My anger builds up
Like a गगनचुंबी इमारत with no ending
My sorrow fades out
Like a distant memory
My blood freezes up
Like water in the anartic
My बोन्स become brittle
Like a cigarette without an addict
My plan unfolds itself
Like a फूल beginning to bloom
My mind grows anxious
Like a bomb waiting for the boom
My conscious lies dormant
Like a ज्वर भाता, ज्वालामुखी in the sea
My life awaits death
Like the power in a battery
As my light slowly goes out...
So does the rest of the world..
And life..
