On my days of sorrow
The quietness goes with the flow
It feels like hiding under a deep burrow
Ill just sleep like there's no tomorrow
Am I that cheerless when Im alone?
Please Don't judge me by my mellow tone
My voice is trapped yet free to roam
Being silent is a skill of one's to hone
But this is me I hope you'll bare
Its like a bad dream inside an evil lair
Want to wake me up? dont you dare
Fighting monsters should be fair
On witching hours you fire up the flare
Because you're the brightest star that shuck off my nightmare.
-lolo kint
