Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

SUNSET

orange skies and cloudy noon.
starry skies, shiny moon.
think his place , it was my room,
my little box of tune.

tangled lace and dirty clothes,
tear stained bed, silent mourns,
silent whispers, it was my tune,
my secret place, my only home.

tell them I never found myself ,
think my about the places we've talked about,
i fell under, i feel useless,
i feel like such a old friend,
staring to you.

sharp knives and edgy blades,
water droplets drops to the surface,
bloody night, wasted room,
the sunset came, the end of noon.

time run till it stop
hands and fingers soften,
breathing stops till it time ticks,
till no one knows I'm broken.
i have a message for you in the bottle,
floating over those waves of battle,
I hope you open it before i go,
lend some time, as long as i know.

you are my angel,
full of Bloom, i fell,
wondered to as light as i crack your shell,
but a  strong belief i know she'll  tell,
our hour passed,
So my soul should sell,

I am broken on the night side,
I am mended on the light ride,
There's a halo for someone who like to die-glide,
For I didn't know how to ruin a moment till it becomes a suicide,

I hate myself for I am grateful,
I didn't lock my self down for being stressful,
You know what? I feel happy when those blades cuts,
Until those blood drip on the glassy flats,

Oh! Sunset of tears,
Look how I grew up with years,
Your love isn't a gold to shears,
And just remembered that you were just a box hiding my fears.