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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Wasted

Pain is what you cannot control,
All that I see is death untold, uncontrolled,
The heathen lords of a time forlorn,
Standby and watch, as fates unfolds,

The many turns and twists it takes,
This road is of a weak make,
The people here and their smiles,
They are all just simply fake,

Pain is what you cannot control,
All that I see is death untold, uncontrolled,
The heathen lords of a time forlorn,
Standby and watch, as fates unfolds,

Walking strolling down the lane,
What you feel is simply pain,
The path is worn with nothing to gain,
You lead your life as if a bane,

Pain is what you cannot control,
All that I see is death untold, uncontrolled,
The heathen lords of a time forlorn,
Standby and watch, as fates unfolds,

This world is worn out and old,
The people here are just too cold,
The end will come as foretold,
And their souls will pass un-condoled...

2 comments:

Zeba said...

You have changed so much as a writer over the past month. It's beautiful, this transformation. :-)

quartertoinsane said...

Thank you! :)