one, two, three
the countdown starts til the arrival of the next victim
the next death of so much emotions
and probably the rise of something spectacular

your little eyes shine so bright
looking straight into my soul
and your smile makes me wonder
how could God make someone so beautiful?

I am in awe of your presence
suffocating but in a good way
I cannot contain whatever it is that I am feeling
and I don't want this to end, though it hasn't even started yet

You are trapped in a cellar that you are already familiar of
You have been here and you have managed to escape
But you still decided to return and make a fool of yourself
What were you trying to prove?
Have you really proven anything since you returned?

You say this is your ticket to something amazing
But really, what amazes you?
Is it something you have been to before?
Is it something that you have left?

You are not halfhearted, you don't even have a heart
You don't have the courage to leave now because of pride
You are consumed with all the fab sparkles of life
But are you really living now or did you just die?

She is cold
Ice cold and cruel
You cannot touch her
She does not want to be touched
You cannot feel her
There is nothing to be felt
You've grown weak and numb
You are unimportant
You are not loved