i am fathomed by the cold
a slow fatigue by the unknown
i wish i was brave enough
to face the challenges
but i plague myself with my own words
will this be another wasted night?
what will i do when i'm sober?
even a zephyr blows me down
i will now stay idle and stay disenchanted
even if my desire acts like dynamite
my heart will keep wailing for help
but a silent voice is never heard;
and will never be, until expiry.