Like shiny diamonds glowing in the darkness of the night,
and as I am parting with you now just take me as I am,
The beast prepares for the survival fight,as for the prey its a final battle.
You are not wrong to point that my lonely days have all been a dream,
My sight has been blinded by the sunlight,
Yet it feels so cold inside..
Yet if my desired hope flow away in the mist of the day,
I hope someday I come back in a better way,
Gliding through the pitch block skies,
The clouds together just like a gate..but it opens,
There is my hope, there it flies..
Soon , it's time..very soon someone dies.
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