By Sariyappa
The cry in the dark
Huddle alone trying to break free
The long black chain on the legs
Why so stupid falling for the sweet trap?
The echo of the steps
The dark animals roam
They don't speak a word
They just smell you through
The promises of many
Sweet coated projects
Many think they will get
By the time they reach falling into traps
The cry in the dark
Nobody will hear you
It is just the echo
The fear grip your soul
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