A dangling soul gripping a little left life !!
The human spirit is a tender thing.
Where 'Hope' is a word, sometime the whole dictionary,
yet something tightened as a noose.
The darker side is stronger
than any enormous light and glory. A looser,
a beggar, a lonesome cry. Do you hear the voices? Do you?
The voices of a slender thread being cut,
being left, being abandoned.
Being lost again. Do you hear the voices? Do you?
A dangling soul gripping a little left life.
The downward spiral to the hands of Hades.
Broken limbs wont suffer as much pain as a broken heart.
And helplessness, the suicidal thoughts.
Anguish, pain, fear, and death.
Do you hear the voices? Do you ?
This might be the last call, a last toss,
a last breath, a last sunshine, a last day,
a last memory. This might be
the last voice.
Depression, have you heard of
this word? Have you felt it, are you being
eaten alive? Do you know its a disease?
No heroism cover the dark ally of heart. Even superman cannot
save this city. No sun shines in this valley.
Only voices reach here. Have you heard these voices?
These voices beating your mind as a sandbag.
This tar-thik darkness, screaming loud;
'YOU ARE A LIAR'
'YOU ARE A LIAR'
Do you hear the voices? Do you?
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