My lone heart is a frantic portrayal

I searched for peace
Found my solitude is too deep
Creases on my gradient nap
Teardrops in a holy trap

Fallen down sensation erupts
From my fathomless sleep I wake up
Skies seems too insomniac
I don't feel it would ever turn black

My lone heart is a frantic portrayal
To me my rage is too disloyal
Freezing like someone clenched me too tight
While waiting for the alluring twilight

Stars appear tedious tonight
Maybe my eyes have bygone the authentic delight
My instincts have aroused to skies
Company is what I despise.

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