the soft touch of my mother's hand
her warm embrace
the dreamland
it's slowly fading away
                               a little.....
                                      just a little longer
                       let me hold on to it

i don't see the stars in your eyes anymore, they look dull, sad—empty even.

i don't see the fire in your eyes anymore, they burned out and there was nothing left but darkness.

i don't see the life in your eyes anymore, they seem lifeless and full of agony.

i have always loved your eyes, for they unvail who you are and what you feel. i have always loved seeing the ocean in your eyes that drowns me and hypnotizes me; you have changed.
—g.l

I love to be basked in your madness
Coz my lunacy brims out in your warmth of love
Unbridled, ecstatic

why do we born
to be weak
to be owned
to recover alone

why do we taught
not to say no
not to be heard
not to be complete