Seems rather unorthedoxed , a broken heart , a darkened soul . Treason to realism , Motion to fathom , Being like a phantom . Disguised , A mere myth , To living .
I stray apart , Break from the norm , Tired of all the "broken" parts . A lonely form .
Cover my just , A little cup for lust . Formed all from dust . I tire of feeling haunting desire , Burnt out the lies , Living through clear skies .