she hides her sob in that child's cries
and you know she has shattered more
she grumbles and mumbles while feeding her toddler
and you can feel world has wronged her more
your nightmare is afflicted by her tedious woe
yet look at her, nodding and smiling
as though stranger to foe.

sing me your song
that creeps underneath my skin
i miss that chill of goose bumps
analogue hands moving round
pacing fast and slow
without sense of hour
my liquor refusing to get off my hand
your tender touch around my waist
you woo me, quite smoothly
and i feel like to call you "babe"
even though it tickles me awkwardly
i sense a hint of  feeling in it.

he sat alone by the stone
which read his beloved's name
he looks around and analyse
"it is black and white day today"
and in grief he raised his palm
nothing but a snow flakes
that lands, white as a sand.
It weeps into teardrops
along with him..

this feeling won't go away
like my lungs may collapse any moment
awake from chilling terrible dream with no remembrance
these constant silence and sudden scream
my surrounding is load, deafening me
i panic sometimes thinking if this is my whole life
but now i am horrified
i begin to see
pattern
whole world is moving round
unable to get around
placed in this slow moving infinity
this knowledge haunts my mortal core
and if i am to ever feel nothing dreadful
my wish shall be buried under the tombstone
even before my time comes to sleep there
i shall tell them i stopped living without them anyway