As the night falls, countless memories fade
away like shooting stars in the sky.
In my dreams, I often find myself wide awake,
surrounded by vibrant neon lights that dance
on the walls as the darkness creeps in.
Silently, I wait, longing to say goodbye to the
night and embrace the illusions of the day.

The energy of people sends shivers down my spine,
their unfamiliar eyes haunting my dreams until
we witness this entire world consumed by fire.
The resounding trumpets echo through my soul,
like the gates of heaven shaking on the brink of collapse.

In the realm of my thoughts, I sit amidst the
smoky trees, inhaling their pollution and igniting
the fires within me, prolonging the anticipation of love.
And with each new melody that reaches my ears,
I am reminded of the days that have slipped away.

They've labeled me a thief,
yet I've never stolen someone's heart.

Countless times, they've called me a fool,
but I can never claim to be a fool in love.

They've called me a pretty someone,
yet I often feel like a pretty mess.

I've only cheated once,
but life cheats me more than I deserve.

They've called me the spoiled child,
yet I still act like a child, a man who feels spoiled.

I've done my best to be on time,
yet I always feel so late for success.

And I've tried to maintain a strong drive,
but it feels like I'm being driven to insanity.

I am a stone that held a secret,
the echo of a love that was crushed,
And a heart shattered into a million pieces.

That stone skipped over the river of tears,
and carried the weight of sorrow and longing.
Each skip echoed the pain it witnessed,
resonating through the depths of existence.

This stone, forever marked by the power of love,
continues its journey, leaving ripples of
emotions in its wake.

As we stand here, foolishly waiting for
love to sweep us off our feet, we find ourselves
holding our breath in anticipation.

Every second feels like an eternity,
as we eagerly await the moment when love
will finally embrace us.

But alas, time moves on, and eventually,
we find ourselves drifting away,
unconscious to the world around us.

Tears streamed down his face
as he stood before the mirror,
as if it was the only moment he could
genuinely catch a glimpse of his true self.

You neglect me in the disregard
of being discarded to the side
Like an old, dusty Bible
—thus it testifies to how
I truly feel, as feeling less of yourself
brings more of the pain you're forced to bear.

I would pursue the fortunes to sustain ahead
of time, but it seems they all come with fame
I break down with every crack of the lens,
the glass conversation that amuses me with friends.
But the companions I would have cannot fill the void
I have for you.

Throughout a solitary night,
I recount those stories of our past
As if every ending doesn't surprise me,
but rather amuses me.

I just wonder if the echoes in my room,
are of me laughing at all our memories
Or if those memories are laughing at me..

In the realm of desires and fantasies,
I snapped a wishbone, unknowingly
unveiling a fragment of my own rib, confessing my love.
My heart, a disciplined prisoner, beats relentlessly,
confined within the walls of my chest.

Yet, do you ever truly ponder,
amidst the sea of foreign kisses,
the imprint you leave upon strangers' faces?
Love may be novel to each of us,
but its pain remains constant.

A symphony of seductive whispers,
your ****** essence captured by my naked eye.
Yearning to be alone in our clandestine chamber,
I cherish the fleeting moments that remain,
counting the seconds like a demon,
while your devilish smile lingers in my memory,
before every intoxicating kiss.

The celestial longing in your eyes,
grows distant with each touch of your fiery thighs.
Please, refrain from sitting upon my lap,
for it tempts me beyond reason,
threatening to drive me to more madness.
I battle incessantly against the desire
to declare this as our final encounter,
knowing deep within that its all a lie.