Where did i leave my self respect?
When did i start splicing pieces of my heart into small dividends?
I can feel myself dying;  pulse checking,
i want to make sure i can still hear the kid in me crying.

What if the rocks i un-face hide no answers?
Instead all the faces i awake bring all sorts of new disasters?
And the bricks (thoughts) that are weaved inside my head.
Are corruptions built to jade me dead.

And those floating heads that  scream & bite.
Are all false anyway,
So i bid you all  Goodnight!!