Tell me when it's time to recreate
From a life full of lies, underneath is a sin
From an anonymous silhouettes around lurking
And hearing a creepy creature whispering, "leave this earth"
Tell me when it's time to recreate
When things go all's well at the edge
Right when the downfall had set me depriving
From all the things I knew it shouldn't be happening
Tell me when will it happen?
For a person like me to recreate
A happy moments I'd like to cherish
From a chaotic world, I knew they'd kill me
Expand the idea of yours magnifying how things would go in peace
As I believed that there were no such thing as it is
If you knew the answer as to what I should expect through it
Then, should you be stating its will?
In disappearing from the world, I knew I could possess hatred
From the rabbit hole I fell down, experiencing darkness inside of it
If you only knew how excruciating it was for me to suffer all things here
You'll know there's no way out the hell of it
"Rest in Peace to your past life,
May your past will be the reason for you to fight
As you go in life through spiral inward,
May you have the spirit to be fully tough"
As I heard those words chanting into my ears
I knew I could have been motivated to hold on in life
Releasing all grudges I have been accumulated for years
Addressing them to a burning flames casting yellow light
And when the sunrise came out after a gloomy night
It feels like, now is the time to recreate a new version of my life
YOU ARE READING
Reckless
PoetryReckless isn't just a bad thing, sometimes it defines something that you can't explain it to others. The more reckless you were, the more wiser you'll become someday. Reckless for me, it defines on how cruel you make some choices and regret it afte...
