HUNDREDS OF SCARY NIGHT
Krisha Sophia
In my empty room of memory
pain is scratching with its blood red , long , hard nails ,
continuously.
Days are passing as usual ,
Nights are taking so long..................
With their lovely night mare
With their scary fairy song............
Albatross flying always
following the roots of good luck
in the western sky
I could forget every hurting events
Oh , God ... wish I could fly
I am also an ancient mariner
but it denied to bring good luck to me.
Its a night right now , dark and scary
and I am writing , writing to forget the pain.
Am not astonished anymore
though there is nothing to gain.
I still remember ,
there was an Angel in my life .
The Angel of Good Luck
may be not with me anymore.
I often think about that Angel.
Days are passing as usual ,
Nights are taking so long.
Albatross flying always
following the roots of good luck
in the western sky
I am also an ancient mariner
but it denied to bring good luck for me.
I can't resist with this pain ,
take me close to you God , Take me up.
Looks like albatross , angels
are laughing at me. Seeing me in pain.
I lost every precious things in my life ,
Brutal fears are dancing in rain.
Its night again...............
Still in the empty space of my memory
pain is scratching with its blood red , long , hard nails ,
continuously.
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