Dreams bleed though I need
It’s making of love on the verge of death
Only remains scars on the soul
Forced me to stay in this soil.
Walking on the edge of nature’s wrath
Is it dawn?
Troubles already grown
Knife pierced through the heart of ‘rose’
Though I cope with problems
Life loses hope and its walk on tight rope
No traits of humans, only foot prints of traitor
Let me settle in abyss ,is there any light at the
end of tunnel ?
