Anxiety, the ever damnable beauty
You twisted my love into sins
You bend my trust into truths;
You are a rose that doesn't have thorns
Instead you're armed with thousand swords,
And in them I found myself
Always wounded—
Always I fold.

In the end I am a jester,
Laughing like a fool,
Kneeling in front the gallows
About to lose my darling head;
The stench of all the depraved
Mixed into a harrowing essence called Despair
Seeping into my soul as it pollute the air.

Darkness hugs me as my only friend
Crystals stained the pillows in my bed;
I know there's no problem
But you cunning devil incessantly whispered to me,
That they are always near.

Petal flowers dances with the autumn breeze,
Some fall down becoming earth's feast
Some do travel like a small butterfly
A lone traveller; a minute ruler of sky.

As the petals wilt
The roots dreamed of different soil
More brown
More beautiful
A scene where its colors are proud
And the sunlight shine
More grand
More evergreen
If only it have hands and feet
Its petals wont wilt

my dog died
in my bed I lie
limbs unmoved
in a bind
the white ceilings  
plays our last goodbye
why do these angels
only live a little time?

To you whom I have fallen,
My heart for you is hidden
For fear of being broken;
Smiling when the chance given
To see the gorgeous heaven
In your visage, I'm livened.