People always leave
broken leaves under trees
so indecisive I deceive
my inner means
and what they really mean.
Eyes in the screen,
a silent scream.
I am the shadow king
of my loneliness
in a world of bad luck
where my spirits run amok.

I'm stuck.
Listen to the words
that I took
from the birds
that are hooked
to the chains
with no gain
and free from the outlook.

I left my conscience here.
I don't want to wake up if you're not here.
Aware of what is not clear,
I steer my eyes until you're in rear.