I'm shouting my heart out
Exposing the war within
Feelings that are converging
Goes under my nerves exploding
Destroying everything I wield
Yet no sound was heard
Only a scene of a man
Who is dying within.

I am stupid to think that there could be us,
Daydreaming that someday I will hold you.

I was so deranged and madly in love,
Even it's one sided I pushed my luck.

Now I am nowhere near the path,
So I have to let it go and move along.

So goodbye my feelings,
Bye my love.

It is a tragedy,
I hope those people will find the remedy,
We decline every year,
Caught
Abused
Sold,
Even the little ones aren't spared,
Or those who are already mature to bear.

We are on a tight spot,
Everyone competes for our catch,
I hope those people realize,
We decline,
We scatter,
We die,
Yet such greed in their eyes,
That Malthusian theory is true,
No surprise.

We are the fish that struggle,
It was our tragedy,
But their loss,
I call it tragedy of the commons.

can recover.
Knows how to fall;
        without a safety net
Trusts everyone;
         with no hesitations
Surrenders everything;
         with all it's being
Took all the pain;
          and all the beatings
Starts over;
          much harder this time
And failed;
          again and again and again.

Yes, the heart can recover...
But not forever;
          just like it's owner.

Those that love,
Get their hearts broken.

Those that trust,
Get hurt.

Those that have faith,
Get disappointment.

But,
Those that don't get heartbroken,
Those that don't get hurt,
Those that don't get disappointed,
Don't know what is feels like to be truly alive.

Fire that started out as a little ember,
Flapped it's wings and caused danger,
Swallowing a whole town I still remember,
That it was my cigarette who was the reaper.
Ash flew high above the cloud,
With an army behind roaring so loud,
Launching themselves forming a shroud,
As bringer of death I would never be proud.
***** air enters the system,
Painting lungs black who could resist them,
Spreads like a plague just from a victim,
Now all this angel sees are bodies post mortem.
Now all of the people are off their boot,
They start to panic they start to loot,
It was only a matter of time before they shoot,
It was the punishment for my crime it is absolute.