My eyes are fixed seeing nothing at nowhere,
Glued looking front towards voidance of thy existence.
My world seems to fade,
Your truth is my fate.
And me?
I don't know...
Lame; but it's the same.
Being a white crow make me insane,
And one multipied by you doesn't make you sane.
Your belief pushing me as if I'm bane,
But reality those white crows are the one being slain.

I'm standing at a skyscraper
Numb, Empty, Desolated.
Kissing the sunlight of
The said last twilight.
I took a step, heard bellows
As if someone in distress.
Also a voice, saying
"Take one more step"
I was beguiled,
As I raise my foot, shrieks
There it is again.
I'm intrigue to look,
But it is already too late.
Now then moon is staring,
As the air meets my dermis,
Newton's law is heaving me in.
The last thing I remember,
It is heebie-jeebies' warm skin.
I open my hearing sirens,
Drench with blood, I said
"At last It is now over".

It was dusk,
I was walking below the eyes of trees around the park.
The lampposts comes to life one after another. I closed my eyes as I blindly walk pass by, inhales deeply as I exhales with a breeze dancing around my skin.

I opened my eyes as I saw you standing in the middle of the bridge,
hands in the pocket of your coat lost by the harmonious beauty the sky has to offer.

You snaps out of it and sees me at the other side,
You flashed a smile and walks away; like a breeze you gave me chills but only for a couple of seconds.

Words that you gave birth from,
Lingers, strolls, talks.
It knew me well,
Even my Achilleus' heel.
Enjoyed the disappointment,
Running through my veins.
They fertile along with crippling loathe,
Making doubts on someones' hope.
Result is him hating the fact that he walks.
His solution lies around ties hanged without floors.

Every person I passed by seems seeing life differently than I.
It must be because of those eyeglasses hanging in front of their eyes.
"I must have mine", I said.
I found it in deep angst and shivering that I have been burdened with.
As soon I had it worn, it broke.
I looked for all possible ways to fix it,
All for to see life in a different perspective.
My existence was questioned..
Laughed at..
At some point some people understood my journey.
But yet they asked me, "Why aren't you wearing the glasses?"
I answered, "It broke, I tried to fix it but eventually it can never be fixed."
In that moment I finished that sentence, it felt like I turned invisible.
Now, ignored.
I had no other wish than to restore those glasses that gives life to everything I used to adore.

You're a disaster, a tsunami.
Your waves washed out my sanity.
Those wild yet soothing sound you make,
Simple imperfections that makes you, you.
It was all worth the risk but like a tsunami,
Your waves came too fast at my shore.
It's overwhelming, it's surreal.
Just how fast you came, the faster you left.
Like a tsunami, a disaster.
A scar inside me and the terrifying feeling is all that is left.

I barely have words to describe what I'm feeling.
It's understatement figuratively calling it as a storm or war.
Perhaps this is what people call chaotic.
Though, in deepest despair and depravity.
I'm an empty vessel with warm and pretentious skin.
I've been in an edge after another.
Kept falling yet was able to catch on.
Like dying multiple times to be awaken by another pain.
Bundle of threads which keeps life within.
Let everything be burned down,
I'll cut the last string.