- Aman Shyamsukha
It Does Not Hurt Any More
Pale face
Cold night
And drench eyes
A lonely man
Born out of a child’s demise
Ignored, mocked, despised and then left alone
Never had a place to call my own
Grew up a few years too early
Toiled hard to be someone’s worthy
"I don't need anyone", I had sworn
But sometimes the silence hurts more than the scorn
Pale face
Cold night
And a heart of ice
Because the world is cruel and fine
It lures you in with promises of something divine
And leaves you struggling in between the city of crime
The world doesn't like it when you succeed
It is filled with lies, deceit, and greed
You can try and try hard again
just to end up cry at the end of the lane
And while striving hard constitutes a noble thought
Sometimes trying hurts more than the pity fall
Pale face
Cold night
And a cynical smile
Though uncontrolled fury is a sight to behold
Revenge is a dish best served cold
And so, I made friends with my demons
and a sword out of my sins
Gave in to the voices in my head
and tasted the thirst for things that bled
Bleached my hair white
Like stars that shine on moonless nights
While my hands are bloodied, scarred and sore
It does not hurt anymore
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