I like reading old poems
It remind me of who I was
I think about the situation of them
How funny they came to me into a blur
I always thought
"There is no way it can get worse"
But oh, little child
It hadn't even began

I still holding the umbrella
The rain, it's close
But it never falls
Then I look around
And I'm the only fool
Walking around with an open umbrella

- Swear I smelled thunder within the wind

The sky weeps
Wind blows softly, as razor lightly running in the unprotected faces
The horizon blurs where sky meets earth
A scene both dark and gloomy
As if painted with a melancholy stroke.
There's sadness
But oh, there's so much beauty
As this autumn day
I want even when in a weather,
endure and stay.

How nice of you to give me the Burn Heal
After being the one who's thrown me into the fire

- Are you feeling better about yourself now?

She's Hell
All dressed up in Heaven

You're a still Ocean
All dressep up in Sucker

I'm lost at sea,
in the darkest night.
I know everyone is in the same situation
but at least the others have one or two lights,
at least everyone else have some sort of guide.
I'm by me,
                     myself,
                                     and I.
Above me only black sky,
ahead of me just a black faded horizon line.
There's no light to guide me.
There's no torch to comfort this.
There's not a single star to look down.
I remember all the people who promised that same void vow
and still,
I'm lost at sea and there's no lighthouse.

-if I'm already in the deepest dark, why not trade the waters for the sky?