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Love: The moment of TRUTH
Tears crashing on the cold floor
Mirror, tell me why does the heart have to sore?
As destiny’s wheels turn round and round
Tell me if after the storm light can be found
Help can you hear my calls
Can you save me before everything falls?
Flames all around my heart
Yet when did all this doubt and agony start?
Alas I can’t remember
The time when my heart was so tender
Can you save my heart from the terminal knife?
And life, love and existence is one terminal mad drive
How can the pain that we came to know by face be so vague?
As it ruins our tranquility, so treacherous like a deadly plague?
Oh in the silence of the darkness I have found myself arching in pain
Alone, scarred by the soreness that enjoys driving me insane
Yet my calls were mine, always alone to claim
As the body bursts, and the flesh due to the flame
Through my heart life drives a complete set of torturing tools
As life claims me as one of its leading fools
As it drowns me into oceans of anguish and pools
I let out to the heavens a single cry
As they fall to the floor, the masks that are forged of lies
Love turns to nothing but blood-ties
The only words remain are of a heart unspoken
As we drown in what we used to call love’s token
As I shed the last tear and my body itched in fear
I look at love as it wholeheartedly drives the spear
The crucial moment of truth makes you wince
As hot fire is thrown on your chest, just a pinch
Clip off the wings of the lost angel
As it drowns in life’s treacherous spell