Everytime she speaks her word
It collides in my hopeful heart
As well with her being dexterous
I'm left thunderstruck in any way of art
Her confidence and adroit attitude
Made her sparkle more than a star
She bright up the universe of whom
Even in a distant, even in miles of hour
She lights the path that followed by me
She became my guide as I look upon
her aesthetic look
Everything I see is just so true and near
Her love that's written in many books
I know her glowing heart is given to me
I shoud keep and love it like it's mine
Her smile when she says I love you sincerely
A moment that I will always want to
repeat all the time

My shadow's been darker than usual
Causing it to swallow the light inside
Feeding my mind with negativity and cruelty
Blinding my eyes to something that rely
I became a slave of my own whist
Departing from my human existence
The pen became a sharp pointed knife
As ink became a flow of crimson blood
The once snow white manufactured papers
Became a skin of my possessed addiction
A drug that continually giving me ecstacy
Torture seems to be my favorite hobby
Killing is now my game in the chess
Slaying who comes to make a mess
This calignous side of me
Is my new self, my new personality

Like ice, it melts
Like smoke, it disappears
Like wheel, it rolls around
Like seesaw, it goes up and down
Like cage, it has locks
Like lock, it has keys
Like book, it has a covering
Like pen, it has ink
Like hair, it grows
Like water, it flows
Like stone, it's hard
Like marshmallow, it's softly guard
Like glasses, it has lenses
Like music, it has voices
Like brain, it has a mind
Like depression, it can be seen or hide
Like a killer, it can betray you
Like the Earth, it rotates through
Like everything, it cannot be described
Like endless description, cannot be put to a line
Like heart, it beats
Like beat, it names
Like name, it's you
Like you who loves me
Like me who loves you

The rain stopped from pouring
But my heart isn't from beating
You may not hear it in your distance
But I'll tell you loud and clear the confession it wants
"Adoration of truth I have inside.
Yes, you are true, loving you like how fountains flow deep and wide."

Your eyes that keeps me from falling
Your touch that strengthens my heart's beating

You voice that echoes inside of me
Your scent that pulls me towards fantasy

Your warmth that melts the chills
Your iloveyou that fights my doubt and fear

Your name, such a beautiful soul
Your existence, making me alive and whole

Mind was filled with so many thoughts
Eyes were red from crying and loathe
Body became numb no more pressure, no more pleasure
Can't see the old life that one has, can't assume, can't ensure

In the darkest side of the room
Where all locks and keys are doomed
A shining metal can be seen
Pointing its edge to somewhere,
a part it could have been

Slowly, the coldness of the knife touches the soft skin
Eyes are in gaze without any emotion, no odds no mean
In a swift of the hands, the knife did it's job
To be filled with blood, to not feel the pulse's throb

Gaining from the sudden felt impulse
Shock and horror were seen even in the slighest bit of one's moles
It's not that late, the loss won't continue if the one runs out of the room
Put away the tool and don't hold again the loom

A light again gave the one the chance
Showing the beautiful life and its importance
Letting the one be pulled by the ray
Move away from the dark, and let's color up that day

A sudden happiness felt from within
Removing the pain slowly as joy is coming in
The face blooms like a flower at spring
The one is okay again, no more slaying and cutting things

BUT happiness leads to the path of sadness
Another despair, another restlessness
What one's doing became one's deed again
To hurt oneself, to scatter those papers and pen

The blade is back on its business
As it will be given blood that soon arises
One goes back to the darkest side of the room
I'm a suicidal and no one's gonna stop me
Not today, not tomorrow, not so soon

I'm not in the past, but why is it that my story is repeating its self?
I'm not in the future, but why is it that I can see myself on those pictures and figures?
I'm still in the present where my life is enclosed but why do I see these things that made me confused?
Questions that I'm seeking for answers but it's like a conundrum where decision matters.
Time is a thing to be patient and be ready but it will pass ruefully if compassion dropped suddenly.