People said,
one goes down then two goes up.

Looking outside of window
see what you've got.

Tickling you up, what outrageous mistake shall begin?
Double-sided

Books piled on the selves, and the sun lures you again.

Lost tracks on the path
the only place hidden in your mind.

Sitting on a graveyard, I'm thinking about myself.
Bury me deeper I can't take in anymore.

A state of mind split all over the place again but you can't find anything.
Screaming out yet no one seems to be heard

A shadow moving around seeking for my attention, I reckon not to be kind.

Scratches, a sense of Queen to wounded heart.

I answered,
did it hurt?