The moon is up, facing down the Earth
Shining bright through the darkness
As the tears from my eyes touch the soil of the present
Twinkling as if there's hope in a hopeless storm
Lights flicker as the breeze gets cold
Busy streets turn to busy mourns in bed
More cups of coffee, please
More, please
More, please
Eyelids are getting heavy but my chest is heavier
The screen is too bright; tomorrow will be dark
Lost in a maze, why are there only dead-ends?
The longing for purpose is too unbearable
The blurry sight of my journey ahead
The bottle is full but mine is drained
Empty streets at night like how empty are my eyes
The metal sheet snuck between the sheets of my diary
Staining the pages with the blood of agony
Everything is quiet and peaceful
But the noisest comes from my thoughts
Silenced like the weeps of helplessness
The blade of desperation tears down the delicate skin of silk
Trying to take away the pain of tomorrow
It's digging deep down under my skin
Hoping it will wake up my frozen soul
The permanent ink to hide the scars of the past
Looking beautiful like the moon tonight
I wish the night will be longer
To run away from the bitter reality
BINABASA MO ANG
Drafts of the Soul
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