scars that ever last.
Books written as one age,
like any with a regular dosage
Pieces played by the piano,
darkness that scorch the volcano.
Lies inflicting the mind,
dreams that fall behind.
Faces of death that rise,
Droplets of tears that never dries.
Hanging on by a thin rope,
wish there could be some hope.
Now that the world is static,
true love that is far beyond the galactic.
Talents misunderstood by one's foe.
principles that hides beneath the dough.
A wisdom one has ever unfold,
but no one ever bothered to understand why it was told.
Nothing is true, Everything is permitted.
Written & Created by J.C.T.H
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