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Below Surface

  • Writer: Justin O.
    Justin O.
  • Apr 25, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 2, 2019


Looking life through codes on hydras for the next remaining years

Left alone in the sunken place in a locomotor mode as an audience

We're all Gods trap inside a cocoon experiencing sanctuary in its finest

Guess you can't comprehend, Guess If I was simple in the mind it will be fine

Why is it felt so wrong when I try to be right? I tried hard

I don't have nobody, I don't need nobody, sounds of sanity

I'm alone but I want people in my life but I want to be alone

Depressed continuously loops itself in circles in gravity

Why must it felt so right when I know that it's wrong?

If you might take a look first on what's happening around this world.

I don't care anymore my mind has given up, just want to be drown

In these melody that I wanted to stop. So sinful, please forgive them

While I'm trying my best to be nice before I kick them out of my mind

I tried connecting out of this world but nobody ever swayed me like you

I don't know why everybody doesn't look that way no more, no sense

It's like living in a world with no one knows and every time I talk they hide

From their shells, Now I'm out of words just imagining skipping reality

When will we ever learn the messages from our soul?

It's just so sad, I didn't meant to judge but I'm not who I am today

My soul is slowly fading as I talk to different personalities.

Take it and bury these silent melodies I created for another opportunity

of another morning to come to see.




25/04/19

 
 
 

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