My Midnight Thoughts: Things I Have In Mind, People Don't Know

the alter self

Harbor for so long
People come and go
I'm entitled to move on
Just go forward in motion

I'm convince of my ideal wrath
Of my past to find my path
Monumental breakage of love
Outdid the sparks of nonchalant

Longing for a change
The spikes and the chain
Built in me in my hometown
As they locked me up

Hear my lullaby
Where each night
I tremendously cry
At the rooftop, it's futile
I knew no one else
Would see these pain
I had carried for decades
I swore it's wound being present
Not programmed to ultimately heal
Forgive me and my soul
Never reached this before
My melancholic nights
Where too far from behind

How I wished my alter self
Was doing his life, being well
I wished to travel the realm
Of another dimension to be
Is it just too possible,
Just as the time machine?
Lost a lot in hyperbole
I wished I conceive death
Not just an illusion to make
But a reality to happen
I'm out of metaphors
And so, this message goes on
Best wishes to you
my alter self...