The Seventh Soul
(Caliban)
I travelled across the edges of my soul, add it
Doesn't seem any better when I cross the border
The world falls to piece but every Sunset is
The rebirth of a new experience.
I often felt this sorrow, I often stand alone,
Dipping and diving to see the bottom but where are the
Lines that divine
Confidential sins have already taken my so called
Freedom and every choice I made framed my so called future.
I'm no longer care about the way I gone, burning
Like a fire to smother in the end, wasting time
While I'm expecting death.
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