Unspoken Arts

Here's to my own monsters

Here they are again...
The monsters that I never wanted to happen.
Here they are again...
Screaming, making my soul sullen.

It wasn't my fault when I let them live inside of me.
It wasn't my fault when I let them scream and change the whole of me.
It wasn't my fault when they swallow my soul everytime I'm alone
It wasn't my fault when I fought my darkness but they won.

Even in daylight, all I can see seemed to be so gloom.
When the sky turned dusk, all I can do is to ran into my room.
Thousands of different masks, I chose to worn.
It can't be helped, this reality left me ice coldly burned.

For how many times I tried to curve a light smile
For how many times I succeeded to laugh half a lie
Those times that I'm fighting with myself
Were the times that I'm drowning with my own self.

Maybe I was wrong enough.
It wasn't my fault when it's really mine.
Maybe all of me was just a bluff.
And it was my fault when the voices lead my life on the line.

So here they are again...
Again and again and again...
I'm losing shit...
And I find it's hard to breathe...

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