I am imprisoned by this contagious disease
Which rendered reluctance and anxieties;
Should I hang first myself upon with this
velvet rope?
To find a distant place to forget my
greatest lost.
No one has ever arrived in that rendezvous;
I have been entangled into this path
I never knew,
And this world is not enough for their
expectations:
'Tis better to banish the reality, than to see
my imperfections.
I only have one second left to breathe,
Yet I am already dead before my death
For I have been years in this relinquishment,
In every remorseful day I have been awaken.
My name is never written on the stars
And words are the only weapons in this war,
Do I need to take the risk, to take the rest?
When I am already dead before my death.
I swam the unfathomable thoughts I heard
But still I do not understand my existence here,
Hence, even if I only have one second left
to breathe,
I am already dead before my death.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 9:49 PM UTC
I am imprisoned by this contagious disease
Which rendered reluctance and anxieties;
Should I hang first myself upon with this
velvet rope?
To find a distant place to forget my
greatest lost.
No one has ever arrived in that rendezvous;
I have been entangled into this path
I never knew,
And this world is not enough for their
expectations:
'Tis better to banish the reality, than to see
my imperfections.
I only have one second left to breathe,
Yet I am already dead before my death
For I have been years in this relinquishment,
In every remorseful day I have been awaken.
My name is never written on the stars
And words are the only weapons in this war,
Do I need to take the risk, to take the rest?
When I am already dead before my death.
I swam the unfathomable thoughts I heard
But still I do not understand my existence here,
Hence, even if I only have one second left
to breathe,
I am already dead before my death.
© 2011
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