
Mars in water flows, a hidden stream. Emotions surge, a haunting dream. We cling to love, a fearful art. And seek to hold, a broken heart. Control’s shadow falls, a whispered plea. We build our walls, for all to see. Illusions rise, a tangled thread. We seek a bond, where fears have fled. We hold on tight, to what we dread. And find ourselves, with tears unshed. Can we release, this aching hold? And find a peace, the stories told? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, forever gone.
The mind’s a stage, where shadows creep. And possessive thoughts, their secrets keep. We seek to grasp, a fleeting grace. To find our peace, in time and space. Yet every hold, it slips away. And leaves us lost, another day. Can we release the need to claim? And find a love, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this lonely, possessive pain.
The whispers of a troubled heart. Where emotional tides, tear us apart. We seek to find, a distant shore. And chase the echoes, evermore. Yet every quest, it leaves us bare. And fills our souls, with deep despair. Can we find freedom, in the still? And break the chains, that bend our will? Or are we trapped, in endless night? A melancholy, fading light.
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