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where the sun has lost its way
Or shining the rays of dismay?
A forest of darkness
where the corpses of the dead dreams
rots in oblivion
and the screams of aspirations
captured and tortured by failures
ravages the ear.
The Mind becomes the prisoner
of apprehension, just like a criminal
waiting for his execution.
A fateful tragedy.
Its dark but your eyes can see
the eternal gloom. Your ears can listen
to the sound of faith crumbling,
Its you succumbing