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Countless tears living up my empty eyes
Lost in fight
Which part shall rule the empty life
Emperor heart
His dagger split in half my mind
Empress soul
Are you an urban youngster, a yuppie, or a Cassanova-wannabe?
I think you’re all three,
desperately trying to convince
your amused audience
that you’re such a catch
to women all around this busy town
our friendship
once a level of comfort
now a wreckage
a failure unrepaired
shaped by fate
Girls like blue, boys like pink,
I love u, but ur so cringe.
Girls are handsome, boys are beautiful,
Nothing makes sense , but it’s so wonderful.
Up is down, left is right,
Like a hermit, I have been living
Like a hidden sun I have been missing
To whom I go when I seek giving
To whom I talk when I'm fully sicken
To whom I open in the middle of my sinking
Words only bloom when I'm all splitting
my shirt is ripped and covered in holes
and i don't care, really, i don't
it's that i am afraid that my skin will be seen
and i really don't care
i don't care at all
that my shirt's almost gone
Do they see what I see?
You’ve come to terms with reality,
and decided to put your mask on
so, all they see is cold indifference.
Unfortunately,
i've been tired for a while now
i've been tired for a while
i've been running and chasing
been following and racing
far and long for a while now
i didn't have time to catch the bus
Your level of desperation is
beyond nothing but ridiculous.
It’s not enough with false rumours.
You still aim to bury me in pieces.
I thought high school was over some decades ago,
Soaked tempted eyes
Blinded all the night
When shall they see the art
When shall they close
Move apart
For as thou are haunting the house of my heart
100 days of mourning
And a 100 small ways of recovering
100 days of walking through fire,
Scalded & burnt, yet still standing
In the hollow of my heart
A kingdom arised
I once was as shallow as your prompts
Had pieces of me diced
Why not seek the hidden in me
Seek the holy wisdom
