The Rhythm In Pain

We did,

What we did,

In broken symphonies,

Never cared to realise,

What we created,

Was it a perfect lullaby,

In this cruel Reality,

Or just an accidental tune,

Struck In desperate agonies,

Were we Rippling each other's Demons,

In the rhythm of its music,

Or were we screaming our worst fears,

In the melodies of its pretense,

Drunk on frivolities,

Were we ever serious about the situation,

It's been a long time since the song ended,

Are we still humming its beats in solitude.