For a moment I would stop
and gaze at the sunset;
as the sun humbles itself,
I still could not forget.
For a moment I would stop
and search for the moon;
for the night is overwhelming,
I hope it fades away very soon.
For a moment I would stop
and listen to my demons;
different voices, different tones,
they are hungry lions.
For a moment I would stop
and recall my past;
what had happened?
What was that blast?
For a moment I would stop
and realize my mistakes;
I thought they would strengthen me,
but anxiety is all they make.
For a moment I would stop
and overthink for a while;
I could not sleep,
the sheep had ran a mile.
For a moment I would stop
and do nothing, but sank;
I feel nothing, am I nothing?
'Cause I feel like I'm blank.
For a moment I would stop,
hoping that this will all stop;
because I'm too drained
for another teardrop.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
For a moment I would stop
and gaze at the sunset;
as the sun humbles itself,
I still could not forget.
For a moment I would stop
and search for the moon;
for the night is overwhelming,
I hope it fades away very soon.
For a moment I would stop
and listen to my demons;
different voices, different tones,
they are hungry lions.
For a moment I would stop
and recall my past;
what had happened?
What was that blast?
For a moment I would stop
and realize my mistakes;
I thought they would strengthen me,
but anxiety is all they make.
For a moment I would stop
and overthink for a while;
I could not sleep,
the sheep had ran a mile.
For a moment I would stop
and do nothing, but sank;
I feel nothing, am I nothing?
'Cause I feel like I'm blank.
For a moment I would stop,
hoping that this will all stop;
because I'm too drained
for another teardrop.
Have you ever had that moment when time stops and everything becomes cold and silent? It feels like your time is up and all you can do is to think about it over and over again.
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