probably bound to be.
With all the efforts and time
declared as lifeless and numb.
Raging and screaming but voice were unheard
Scripting, rhyming and styling the writing
Its a state of unconscious gamble for light
Or just to deliver the message to her who were always unkind
Dusty sight is causing moist in the corner of the eyes
A blurry world left to dwell
Everyone is strange
Every house is blessed
All the people turning away
Now only this house is left
Safe to live
Safe to hide
An ancient pleasure of being alive
A desperate feelings to write
To change her mind
Hope she would read and become little kind.