• areeshad 5w


    Wooden shelters veil my existence,
    A chaos eats up my sound;
    I must be invisible to all.
    Blue blurring the globe of light,
    A treasure of life it is, hated by a might.
    Twinkling patches of white,
    On them, many rest their eyes.
    A chaotic morning, heavens must be aligned.
    I failed miserably at holding up to my lie,
    What you had seeked all along
    Was nothing but a mere light;
    from afar had it given you a greed.
    I bled to search for your swords and armour,
    You pitied my wounds with the roses you sent.