I am way to wounded to even feel the pain,
Maybe i will never be the same anyday, again,
My soul is 'resting in peace' in my brain,
Which is badly haunting my breathing chain,
It's forcing hard but my eyes can't rain,
As if the clouds are totally drain,
In this fake world i can't sustain,
Totally sober, but feeling on cocaine,
Seems like there are thrones in vein,
Its an endless fight, where no one won,
On top of mountain, want to yell 'i am done',
I am too dead, to be called living human.......
