The moon was looking red as the blood
Just like it was when that naive girl had died,
She had no one in this world
Because she knew everything was pretence and everyone lied.
Her soul was once as pure as ice
She roamed around the whole world,
Trying to make every little thing better
With a universe full of dreams in her eyes.
Little did she know
The world wasn't as she painted with her sinless eyes,
It killed every hope every dream
People had to fossilize their divine souls to survive.
Every soul had a story of their own
Which was lost with every passing dawn,
The only thing left was a mask which people wore everyday without even a tiring sigh
The world was beginning to survive as a land of pretence and a lie.
Every smile, every tear, every locking eyes
Every helping hand, every protesting demand
Was it all true? Was it all real? What did every action of these inhuman souls imply?
How was it possible to even tell apart?
When everything seemed just a pretence and a lie.
People seemed to really care...Oh! I'm really sure you were aware
They seemed very gentle, very nice
Showed such a great compassion that you wouldn't have doubted them twice.
But did you ever think why were they being so wise
Was it only a humble gesture?
Or if you walked on that shiny web, you would have to pay your soul as a price?
Every soul had a connection with another one
Every soul had a desire of their own,
Every soul longed for a divine bond with the other
To wander off behind that spark that was unknown.
But did she have the surety if it wasn't an illusion?
Or was it too late before a soul made into her a daring intrusion.
Was it legit to open up her soul and let herself fly
Or was it right to accept the pretence and say goodbye.
The words that I write often seems Dark
Atleast these are faraway from that feigned Spark.
The innocent girl forged herself into a dark soul
With a heavy heart that still has a hole,
The Moon still bleeds red and it's crying
Because it watches everyday a pure soul dying.

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