My heart is escaping on a thin line,
I never meant to hurt nobody,
I didn't mean to start a war,
I just let myself go in this profound thing we call....

                                **Passion

I am falling into the dark side , my heart is restless and my mind is caving in disaster.
Who am I .
I know my name, but is it my name?
Who am I.
I move, I shake, I cry, I speak
But cannot love myself or anyone.
Who am I really?  
I am lost , broken, melancholy heart
Singing the blues under the red moon.
Who Am I ?

The road stretches far beneath me
Diverging into two cross paths.
I linger to think where to go.
I decide
With the right I go
Looking for you, in longing to hold you again
As i walked down this right road to relieve the wrongs.
The screams, the brutality of what was called love once.
I cannot break free from the chains of your heart.
I cannot think for myself always winding up on the right road to relieve the wrongs.
                  *  I am a weak prisoner.

I wonder what is like to fall in love.
To feel beautiful every day.
To be wanted.
But I know what is like to love myself.
Thats the love i will ever need.

I remember
When I wanted the world in the palm of my hands.
When I crave for adventure
When I was hungry for experiences.
I remember
When I stood up for what I loved
When I push my body to the extreme
When I said no to the sad life.
But now I feel
Emptiness,
Useless,
colorless,
Now I want death on the palm of my hands
I don't no longer know who I am..

Insomnia lurks within my mind.Pain hovers over my heart. Will my soul ever be happy again.

I have everything.
   But yet I feel so
                              **Alone