I roam through the secret that I keep, the endless wasteland
Like a foam from the sea, I crash into this helpless baren land
My life, like a shattered mirror as my eyes keep looking into my broken memories
My mind, an endeavour to keep the clock ticking as I look past the untold stories
A bet of life and death, a gambler's wheel of fortune
A set of risks and security, a fool's kind of tune
I roam this baren wasteland, as the wheel of fortune gave its final answer
I am nothing but a lost gambler of life, roaming endlessly the wasteland of my memories
As I look at my past mistakes that stab like a knife, I flip a rusty coin and watch the unchanging lies
Heads or tails? The answer would remain the same
But what is a gambler without trying to change his own fate?
This is the wasteland of my memories...
A place, that I cannot escape...
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A Never Ending Dream
PoetryThe loving kiss of death The cold touch of darkness Where is the hope I'm searching for? Your sweet little kisses Your gentle touch Ah, there it is... [Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
