• adt_s_ 17w

    I breathe in the dust of dark world
    Known for indecency, no etiquettes
    Brains filled with mob mentality
    Nothing too different in my fate
    Oppression and depression,
    None will talk about but not rare
    Silent screams in every voice
    but, raising it could be the last dare
    Staring at the city lights, I fancy 'em
    more similar to millions of fireflies
    Bare feet on these fiery lanes
    Going monochrome, all coloured dyes
    A pity judgement, a lot popularized
    Won't change anything of mine
    Thinking it would ache some less
    We stand shut just inside the line...


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