The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage
of monk's insanity.

Sun stops for while
to steal the time, separating
poem from poem.

You may like to
destroy the hemorrhaging
moon before dawn.

I am not bad
I am not sad
I am not mad
I am not sick

I am always worry
Worry about character
Character from my nature

I am really bad
I am really sad
I am really mad
I am really sick

Because, I infected by death
                 I don't want die
                 I don't want die
                 Just, I want live,
                 To live forever

I ask so much, the remedy
And, no one has the cure

One old physician, one day
Tell me a lot of no prevention
If I don't want to die
I shouldn't come alive

My name; to be loved.
By two gentle arms and hands.
Uncovering the New.

It's not that I don't
Like being myself
I just cannot see myself
Without you and I won't

Help me get up from this sleep.
I didn't notice falling so deep.
I'm affraid to hear ''his'' reap.
I'm not ready yet, hear me wheep!

I don't want to end this way.
Keep death just a little at bay.
I will make it worth, just let me stay.
I know I have wasted every year and day.

I just fell.
But I'm not affraid of falling anymore.

Make me numb..

Let me feel..
Is this real?

I can't heal or kneel
Just too tired to pray
Doesn't matter anyway

I'm those eyes in the mirror
A sadness denied

I'm messy hair in early morning
Before its combed into a lie

I'm invisible tears when the real ones run out..

Smiles forced into beautiful lies..

Cut open my darkened sky
Spill me miracles from above

Give and shield me from love..

Hysterical quietly.. I want to raze my past of sorrow

Spill forth a brighter morrow from this bleeding shatter-glass sky..

Make me into a bird..

My smiles and laughs..
Happiness implied..
But its just a lie..
Set me free..

Let me fly..