And you know what matters,
You and the others everything scattered.
You pick them piece by piece,
As if a bird picking the seeds.
Noise takes the form of silence,
As you distance yourself from annoyance.
You gaze on the ceiling an empty world,
This is what happens, when you don't behave, as if someone else.
The mirror screaming, the room was a chaos,
As someone was losing his mind amidst the trouble.
A knock was on the door,
A blessing or a ghost,
What waits for you is your blessing,
Will you let it come,
Or will you let it go.
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