Every second step is stumbled that can get you closer to the line.
Your
mystery keeps on whenever you’re being followed.
But
it’s hard to know.
You
never believed that I was set to see what I have got as in the back of my head.
And
you never believed I can read your books so well.
You
are a ghost, in this life,
a collection of unwell suave.
You were a ghost in the past life.
You were a ghost in the past life.
You
really believe that if you’ll stop your breathe,
the world will stop spinning around.
the world will stop spinning around.
I'm
dizzy, I see colours when there are none.
You
are a ghost, in this life,
cuddling
up in an un-made bed.
You were a ghost in the past life.
You were a ghost in the past life.
See
how that circus reigns supreme.
The
joker is down with gasoline.
Can
there be a rainbow hurt ever?
I
need to know if the world is round...
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
2 comments:
Another of your encrypted, cryptic and blab la writing. None for the common masses like me. Seems like it’s a circus inside your head so late at night.
Why did you post after so long? I was so badly waiting for this, oh, you misunderstood, referring to your post baba. :P :D
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