Stone cold I go,
Lost inside myself,
Storm clouded trails,
Even the pen starts deceiving,
Can't put the thoughts on paper,
It all seems dark,
Gaze fixed on things I can't see,
Nothing brings back the zeal,
It's a dark evil world. . .
Lost inside myself,
Storm clouded trails,
Even the pen starts deceiving,
Can't put the thoughts on paper,
It all seems dark,
Gaze fixed on things I can't see,
Nothing brings back the zeal,
It's a dark evil world. . .
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