Where Mercy Is
I could paint this dullness now
I could paint this horror
This meaninglessness gets deadly by the hour
I wish I do not have to face tomorrow
Strangers’ voices are louder than yours
Their energetic small talks elaborate your silence
And I am not happy about the depth you do not share
And I can not escape to solace
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Also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com
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