where are we
lost in the world of lost
where the soul is frost
where no one can be what they want to be
at any cost
where are we
where there is no forest to flee
no where far near to drown into the sea
where are we
where there is no moment of glee but resentment just to be me
where are we
we are no where but at the deserted land of the Deity
where we resides as banshee, whose souls can't be free .....
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Poetrywords that got clogged up in my throat are now choked up as sharp edge of blade that slashed up every barrier just to be freed in any form to transform into a seed one day it will trun out to be the strongest tree
