combatting dwindling steps,
inhibitions are crumbling,

a stray from gray bushes,
no strokes to follow,
meld in the silence of hollow

whims to unveil gleaming
holy grail,
slapping torches and fires to season prevails

I hated it when you called me 'mine'
when there's no us now on the line

Gloomy weather, windows are open
Someone sent me a message,
asking "you sure, you're alright?"
Next to mine, a hot tea and I sip a little,
and thought, a 'yes' would be nice

The winds' not so friendly

I smell the quietness of the forest

I'm drowning in well

Think you could've escape reality
when everything's blurry?
why bother to hurry?

     You've tried to pull over,
but the trigger take its own flight
     I must say, these are "regrets of stitches "

You have to endure the pain,
So you'll get used to it
Even railways' light's unkind
To unveil courage
and skew the right wind

You have to endure the pain.

when today's a loop,
where would I look?
if today's aloof,
would you be loof?

have you asked yourself?
to not be a commoner of your own elf ?

where would you like to be define?
if you're not fine?

hey, I see no time,
would you be now be refine?

If today's a loop,
would you choose a good scoop?