Colorless are the rhymes as they’re deafened by dust.

Voiceless are the voices as bodies covered with blood.

 Bitter are the hearts no way to run.

Gory are the wounds as festered by grudge.

 Prison inside a prison in a prison the air is not to breathe, wall around a wall under a wall the bottomless is so close to reach the sunrays burn.

The black rain tears the city of young dreams nothing is like it seems nothing is real but real.

By Lina

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