As I look into your eyes
I see stars from the sky
Wrapped with the blanket of night
I see beauty even without a light
That draws me
to the darkest side of the world
And drowns me
to the deepest form of your soul
So bare with me as I hold
With my last words
and afterthoughts

You filled your holes with "Okay"
You filled the vessel with empty space
You try to differentiate the heavy from not
You struggle to see the end of the line

You filled your mind with the thought of her
Just to get through the day
You're killing yourself to survive
Now tell me something about sacrifice

Every goodnight sounds like a goodbye
Her every smile is like a killing knife
Every sight of her is a ****** scene
But why'd you remain standing here?

You're witnessing a crime
Solving the puzzles of "Why"
Try to think and analyze
Because you need a reason to cry

The sadness is eating me
Alive and hole
Then there's nothing left
Not a Mark
Not a Soul

But what's with this sense? It seems right
Am I satisfied?

I'm locked inside these walls
Can someone knock and let me flow
These tears are not enough
Everything is hidden under those laugh

Then I came to realize
It's not worth it
The sunset, clouds, tears and ocean
All are heavy behind my back

I want to be saved
From my life-eating shade
There's no one around
I see myself under the ground

Then it scares me, What I might leave behind
Everything, everyone, the probability
Of what if I might be Happy?

That these sunset and clouds are worth it
That I might witness the unseen
And all this time, these people needed me

Whenever we talked
Everything seems interesting
Whenever we walked
We imagine that things are breathing

This connection we have
We feel it in our hearts
Sent to a different void
The world shuts down and listen to our voice

Time stops and die
Falling into each other's eyes
Together we find a separate world
Where tales and stories are untold

A wonderland where we can only see
A world of darkness we can be
Anyone, anything, sounds so easy

And at the end of the day
We go back to where we used to lay
But the connection can't be  cut
This is just the way we want

maybe it’s music
maybe it’s art
maybe it’s poetry
maybe it’s a joint
maybe it’s the color of your eyes
or maybe it’s the taste of your lips
which act as a frivolous distraction
an attempt to fill the void
to give me the sense of fulfillment I so desperately crave
I will continue to indulge myself in intoxicating heedlessness
until I have found what I am looking for
or fall to my grave in the process