Chosen...



It's hard to describe the silence and recurrent exhaustion
devoid of depth..I move in an unreasonable motion
my  state is of beyond pain,
like burning in the rain
now i  am lost....i am lost in all this agitation
and i can't......i can't be one of the chosen
one of the chosen...............one of the chosen



Time seems to be waiting....for me to bleed  & cry
numb eyes of mine see the future...with a harsh throat so dry
sitting dead blank  all day
absorbing....all the dismay
Now I'm lost..I'm lost, I'm sick of motivation
and I can't be.....I can't be one of the chosen
one of the chosen...............one of the chosen


My cheeks have shrunken...........and they don't stretch now
seek tears but i hear them weeping...through the heart only now
hands shiver and legs get thinner day by day....losing all the passion
I feel tremors...breaking my muscles and arising in sessions
I'm lost...I'm lost...both my mouth and dreams are now frozen
and I can't be.....I can't be one of the chosen
one of the chosen...............one of the chosen.......




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