Life goes on like a mechancoly strain,
a tune of silence, a dance of madness ,
a peace so unpeacefull in a time trap
so unknown , words so unheards yet known
In waters of time feels like sands,
in numbness experiencing pain,
painfull yet so comforting,
smiles from a distant seems like an utopian age
utopia is what i am into , the utopia of madness..
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