SOUL DEVASTATION By Alexandra
In a deep dark corner of unconscious
Troughts, though none can say
Where they come from
Devastate the inner common sense
Allowing judgment to take place, sink in
And leave room for self-doubt and suffering.
The ball of sadness goes back and forth
Each time leaving rage and frustation behind
Keeping darkness locked inside the box
And when a glimmer of light pierces through
The ball comes back again, closing it forever.
Trapped within a poisonnous mind
And disturbing thoughts
As if trying to escape one's own shadow
The wait for the impossible is unbearable
And time goes bye at the speed of forever.
RETOUR