Shattered and battered because no one defend me from my self.
Begin to think about the past that doesn't last.
Whispering sweet nothing to the wind.
Decaying and deforming.
Clueless to the storm that passing by.
Never bothered to take glance to the self.
Parting and partying, blind to the sand that coming to life.
Should I go and tie myself to the ocean?
Should I go and sin myself to the oblivion?
Could I make myself without asking to the God above?
Crying without tears could tear me apart.
Held by you.
And tend to my breaking soul.
Portraying delusion with dreamer.
Messing around with unfaithfulness.
Coming and going in circles like the likes of you.
Maddening effect of some words that throws up upon myself.
Should I continue this flaw so I could go and find rest?
This is getting nowhere.
Suffocated.
Petrified.
Mortified.
Death following us, mortal being.
But what if the mortal that seeking death by itself?
Common sense never come alive.
Just stay in the far dark corner.
Faraway from the clouds.
Getting carried away with the death of mortals.
