Sometimes my heart shutters
Butterflies fly out of my stomach with quiet flutters

If some questions can not be answered
Why do we choose to ask them?

His eyes never lie
That's why he always looks at the sky

With absence in his mind
A ghost was stuck in time
Raindrops were his tears
The empty mirror was his fear
He was not dead
Nor alive
He had not lived
Nor had he died

Decaying and forgotten
The daffodils have turned rotten

His hollow mind
Too young to be left unseen
He sees the twisted horrors
That no one else seems to see
They exist where no one wants to look
In the corners of our smiles
And the coldness of our breath
The twisted horrors drive him insane
They push him to the edge


Decaying and forgotten
The daffodils have turned rotten
Neglected
They lay
No life to display
One time they stood tall
And now they are one with their shadow
Maybe he will fall too
Becoming one with his shadow
Or maybe he just needs to dream..

Words unlock the gateway
To the deepest thoughts of our mind