Like a disease, thy ghost.
Seems like it will never disappear.
I feel I'm a bird in a cage,
and I can never go away.
Locked inside my memories,
that haunt me everyday,
I'm a hollow heart
In a dead world.
Living without any trace of hope,
No expectation of goodness.
I see no future in anything
And nothing makes me desire.
Pain left me with inertia.
My only true friend.
I'm lost in this cruel existence
Bound to fail.
This black and white world
Is so damn cold,
cold as my non-beating heart,
that can freezes any Sun.
Love made me die,
in every little piece of heaven.
My personal hell,
my solitude.
Thou maketh my coffin,
my dearest plague.
I hope you suffer well,
fallen angel.
Th.
02/07/2012
