The burnt flowers&#39; ashes start flowing with the wind,
Cause I didn&#39;t find them of my kind,
Love, what the B.S Is this!
Never been reciprocated except from my mom who dropped on my forehead a loving nostalgic kiss!
Yuck, what a pathetic being I am!
The personality I am now bearing is for me a **** shame!
A filthy slave of desires have I become past losing the spiritual war,
My soulless flesh now only craves for more.
Wonder if anyone dumb enough would love me.
I don&#39;t even love myself that&#39;s contradictory!