Something buried deep inside me.
Something that I want to forget.
Are those things real or my imagination just keep drawing?
Am I ever going to overcome this fear?
Or it will consume once again...
Wish everything were simpler, like drawing a flower.

Plenty personalities in one.
Souls trapped in thrail.
Like a dying flower, everything fades away.
You want to stop it, but it keeps going.
The sand clock is getting smaller.
The clouds became darker , the rain began.
Leaf after leaf, everything is gone only the tree's skeletons are left.
A bird tried to sing, but only a faint echo was heard.
An echo, filled with so many emotions.
An echo that no one heard or understood.