Wednesday, 28 July 2010


I’m stripped down

As fear could not dress me

I’m already awake

As night could not kill me

Seems its easier to bleed

Than to heal the pain

Seems its easier to run

Than to be saved

I’m a stranger

As no one could attach me

I’m predictable

As my life ruled by the typical

What about my story

Time is a waste of my glory

Pretending to disappear

But I can’t hide behind air

I’m a very convincing liar

I fooled my heart more than I desire

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