As if I roamed on the path of oblivion,
stuck as the world passes away,
like a fool dreaming in the rain
of salvation and condemnation,
chained by pride which is self-humbleness,
asking whether silence is a question
or the answer
to what my heart is unaware of.
No muddled rhetoric
will redeem darkness of this tantalizing life
where all the hope is frustrated...
Gone Astray © Ladanseuse
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