Shayari Bazar

Black Tears Sour After TasteAs Death Washes AwayThe Pain Is LoudHow Do I Know When The Thoughts Are Dead?How Do I Know When The World I Live InDoesn’t Exist? The Knives Are ShineyThe Blood Is RottingAnd The Smell Is DisgustingBut There’s Nothing Better YetWhat Can I Say To Turn Your Mind AroundWhat Can I Do To Make You Think My Way?There’s No More Dreams I Can InvadeNo Spiral That Tumbles DownNo Circle That Collapses In My PathThe Sky Is Red The Clouds Are BloodAnd They’re Exploding Above My HeadThe Red Is Falling Covering My WorldThat Is Non-ExistantAnd There’s Nothing I Can Do About It