The Evil in Body but Good in Soul
The load that I carry on my shoulders, The load of which each one of us is a holder. The liability that only ends with you, The liability which even brings trauma that is unsung but true. The illegitimate boundaries that we cross to please our close relationships, The illegitimate relationships which hold you with an unseen force and make a grip. The burden of expectations that they possess against us in the name of wishing our well, The burden of a helping hand that they are offering is the hand to hell. The expectations that stood over our own dreams, wishes, and what we used to hunt, The expectations that held us back when we were coming to the front. The evil that resides behind every face, every body and every intention of our beloved, The evil that came out of that pseudo special person to stab your heart which you offered. The soul which sleeps in the ocean of your heart never rang a bell against your beloved mediator, The soul which sleeps in the ocean of thei...