==S.H.A.D.O.W.==
m gettin blured in the q of peopl who prais her...
m standin at the bak..
waitin to tell tht i car fo her..,
M weak.. m thin..,
ma' eyes r dry..,
i dun tell whn ma' hrt pains..
n shed ma' blood in vain..,
ma' skul is crakin..
wid the pressure of losin ma' excistence..
excistence in the life of ma' maker..
excistence in the life of ma' wishr..,
I nvr praisd her cus of her trsr...
n they blamd me for stealin their prayers..,
m lyin on the street of mortals...
thinkin they'l com tak me..
tak me to the darkness of bright mind..
tak me to the Satan's gold mine...
whr i'll burn ma' soul's pride...:(


1 Comments:
Praising may not impress me ...
words may not entice me.
just a look from u !!!
makes me wat ppl praise me for
some expressions may never be said,
but I feel even the tears dat form frm happiness...
Eager to preassume existence in life of maker.....
STOP !!!
see shadow cannot move on its own..
isnt it vague who actually is a treasure :)
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