A Broken soul
Having so many Flaws ,
Wrapping my heart in a black gauze ,
The world isn't my place to live anymore,
As I make my own ways and my own laws,
I avoid these distressing heart breaks,
As I'm not living for people's sake,
And How would I prefer these friendships ?
Yet i'm not having a habit to feed snakes,
Leaving this shadowy place,
Now the time has arrived,
With these desolating gaze,
I won't survive,
A darkest place,
Where now I dwell,
Look towards me ,
I'm now a full sizzling hell,
My eyes are now muffled in a black coal,
A half devil or call me the whole,
People call me evil and sinful,
Yet I'm just a broken soul !
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