My castle into a rubble
My place of worship into ashes
My serenity in to ruins
The heap of my dreams
On which, you stand upon
My dreams that you weaved
My lips now sown shut by your hair
My eyes too heavy to open
My life, you trampled upon
Die I will,
if that’s what will make you smile upon.


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