I stab death to die itself
To start a new life instead.
But never do I notice
That I killed the man
Myself have known
And leave the ones
I do not know.
Now, the confusion is real.
I feel lonely even I surround myself
With the crowd I know and don't.
I feel foolish in stabbing the man
With my knife that feeds with memories.
Now I do not remember
Who I am and who I am not.
I don't even feel my existence
Anymore somehow.