I should stop living
coz life is without faith
and now I collapse
without hope
the thoughts of past
haunts back
my path has lost direction
but swings back on the same path
where am going am flown away
somewhere and somehow
Am bound to say things
I don't believe
but I pretend to be me
when am dead.
Only outside stay
am gone anyway.
Inside of me
my are emotions dead
am cold
as chills of morgue
every time I move
am haunted by myself
Someone talks about hope
everyone has taken a bit of it
now life has faded away
and light is bright at every step.
A self realization before my existence
lost in dismay
Did I lose something
Or found myself.
Why am consumed with darkness
when light I see.
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