i, again, asked why,
without the littlest of idea,
'cause i cannot comprehend,
nor fathom...
why you rip pages from your own open book?
why you choose to drown in a sea of sadness?
why you indulge in hellish atmosphere even though you're suffocating?
is there an answer?
or is it all that there is?
tell me, my love.
my curiosity takes over me,
hence, i ask once again.
'cause i cannot bear,
nor watch her,
suffer all alone in her empty bay.
and, she whispers softly,
all the things she couldn't bear to say.
...but I know we can ever be.
