In the previous of time,
Will there be a man
That would be standing still,
Only left his hopeless heart,
That was wrapped in another sin,
He was still unsure,
Of what his existence would ever be,
In a lifetime,
That he can no longer earn,
Suppressed by all,
Those tragedies that has happened,
Through another rhythm of another day,
With no more symphony,
Nor even another melody,
He longed to be only left,
Unwritten.
(c) Scarlet Storm 2015
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