A dark room and sharp blades,
where the light of hope always fades.
And when it is the pain I need to feed;
the more I cut, the more it bleeds.
A lonely room and no ears,
where no one ever hears.
And when someone I need by my side;
emptiness seek and everyone hides.
A long way and no right roads,
where my heart always explodes.
And when my secrets echo through time;
I remember when you used to be mine.
—Poetry by Paras