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Emotionless heart is like a desert
It should be wet by emotions,
So cry your heart out alone
And smile at large in public;
You will feel yourself
You will rescue yourself,
When every monsoon of tears
Will follow summer of pain.

The Story Of Flesh

Barren of love, Barren of emotions
I don't remember when I was alive
When I last got a warming hug
When someone called me by name
Every night a vulture feeds on me
On my alive body but dead soul
It touches me, It hurts me
Do whatever he wants to do
I just lay down cursing none
As the four walls witness all
That how to satisfy my hunger
I forced myself to satisfy theirs.


A wound was always there
There to voice what it feels
To tell how much it hurts
To show how much it pains
But the world ignores it all
Leaving it to die in rejection
To get buried in itself
To pay for raising it's voice up.