Shayari Bazar

Black Tears Sour After Taste As Death Washes Away The Pain Is Loud How Do I Know When The Thoughts Are Dead? How Do I Know When The World I Live In Doesn’t Exist? The Knives Are Shiney The Blood Is Rotting And The Smell Is Disgusting But There’s Nothing Better Yet What Can I Say To Turn Your Mind Around What Can I Do To Make You Think My Way? There’s No More Dreams I Can Invade No Spiral That Tumbles Down No Circle That Collapses In My Path The Sky Is Red The Clouds Are Blood And They’re Exploding Above My Head The Red Is Falling Covering My World That Is NonExistant And There’s Nothing I Can Do About It