The thoughts are conquering over,
Who wants to live forever?
Closed doors and open terraces,
Both have failed,
Mirrors, Umbra & Penumbra
This flesh is a jail,
Nectar, Venom;
Life or Death
Whatever it takes,
Get him bailed,
Body and the Psyche both are a Frail,
Turning off the music to feel his heart beat,
Sweating thoroughly;
The pain of not understanding his own psyche is unbearable,
Not all heroes are Victorious,
Some stand till the last defeat with their head held high.
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