359 Pine کے بول

Ailments become fragments of my imagination I am encumbered by nothing, hands in hand with a ghost of your former self Someone I once held away from the torments of situation, no longer am I strong enough Another voice has taken over, controlling, binding, leaving the person I am fucking helpless, awaiting it's next consensus A face that is not there taunts me, breathing the same air she held within her lungs, breaking, for it all seems so familiar I have been lost and faded into this place, waking only to find it still surrounds me Blotting out the pain but with it, the comfort For I was a being existing but absent of life Selective thoughts showing only bliss Sifting through tarnished images of past you were a part of Mind blanketed by memories, the ghost of your former self Someone I once held and time stood still Time stood still, at least to us At least to us