Feeling something, something π«πΆβπ«οΈ
Looking in those old eyes,
I saw the struggle, the wars, the life , the love ,the sacrifice, the thing
That will never be same again
All was caged in those eyes....never to be played again.
Just got to live until you die.
*STAIN*
It was dried with fire of sun
But still shinned bright on the white
Small enough to ignore
But red enough to resist
He marked her with evilness in all eyes.
She was cursed,
Left alone to fight with thousand knives betraying inside her ,
While her flower bloomed too bright to hide.
Alone , afraid she was.
All those eyes ,black, brown, green , blue made her stranger in yesterday's loving world.
After so long, the world was static .
From centuries past still we are in the depth of darkness.