When a love one is gone to abyss..
The heart searches of a companion in promises
Hope gone to the needless tranquilities
Beyond another mannered plague of guiltiness strives
Another formal want of cuddle dances by in pain
Home gone to the brevity of commonness
Love seen far in an empty dreams
and forgone books Liquor
A sudden friend taken to the soul to kill
This is where we call life a betrayal of destiny
This is where we call white black just to be sane
When the eyes drive from the unseen to the seen
The empty barren of the mind fill all over the stake
We become stream, stream of tunnel..
no pain felt
We feel no more of the bite of the inching world
We feel no more of the gladiator of the darkened earth
One self becomes a misery of an unpured prey
A ghetto home...
A ghetto image of lost lovers.
Bed of stone..house of symbols of like fate
Look through the blank pages of your searching eyes...
You would remember nothing of when you were still in mother’s womb
Even after birth to earth Blackness
The art of the soul to bring agony
Greenness is the comfort of the mind
Life is empty when praises elude you
Life is empty when your love ones are gone
Life is empty when tomorrow has no promise
Life is empty when emptiness rules
Life is empty without a dream to dream
Emptiness has no definition to the heart!
© John Vincent Artistry For: Film Republic Pictures and Gemwriters
The heart searches of a companion in promises
Hope gone to the needless tranquilities
Beyond another mannered plague of guiltiness strives
Another formal want of cuddle dances by in pain
Home gone to the brevity of commonness
Love seen far in an empty dreams
and forgone books Liquor
A sudden friend taken to the soul to kill
This is where we call life a betrayal of destiny
This is where we call white black just to be sane
When the eyes drive from the unseen to the seen
The empty barren of the mind fill all over the stake
We become stream, stream of tunnel..
no pain felt
We feel no more of the bite of the inching world
We feel no more of the gladiator of the darkened earth
One self becomes a misery of an unpured prey
A ghetto home...
A ghetto image of lost lovers.
Bed of stone..house of symbols of like fate
Look through the blank pages of your searching eyes...
You would remember nothing of when you were still in mother’s womb
Even after birth to earth Blackness
The art of the soul to bring agony
Greenness is the comfort of the mind
Life is empty when praises elude you
Life is empty when your love ones are gone
Life is empty when tomorrow has no promise
Life is empty when emptiness rules
Life is empty without a dream to dream
Emptiness has no definition to the heart!
© John Vincent Artistry For: Film Republic Pictures and Gemwriters
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