What is it that I truly seek?
What happened to the beauty,
in all that I used to see?

Can someone explain what happened to me?

I used to have the buzz and the impetus, that you'd see in a bee.
But these days, I look like a stone tied to a tree.


Asking myself,
at which age did happiness decide to flee?

Oh, men.

How we lend our ears to the siren's song

Just to realize

that the siren's wrong

If we were happily in love,
and then I began to stray a little farther-

I’m sorry, love,
but you can blame my father.

“Just pick a path,
and pick a vice”

Is what the old man said
when I asked for advice

It has never been clearer,
that I’m lost when I stray too far from You.


I really wished I said this earlier,
I hope it’s not too long overdue.


I suppose it’s better late than never, so:

God, how do you do?

The distance is apparent,
but you cannot see the wall.

Nothing matters
Should I even care at all?

Everybody knew I was coming down,
but nobody thought I’d fall

Days are getting vapid

I need something to call

A purpose

A reason to live
until I’m in a hearse

And when that day comes

On my behalf,
   please recite a holy verse.

Morning arrived
earlier than I expected;
while I was reflecting
on the minutes I neglected

Sleep,
why do you elude me?
Everybody else is in peaceful world of slumber;
but my insomnia excludes me

The Sun lights up the morning
And I light up my cigarette
But the night makes day look boring
Or is my normalcy just illiterate?