He shelled me deep inside of myself
prisoner of his depressions that left us dead.
He neglected me out of frustration
while I watch secretly of his devotions
His pride left him tearless
While I wound deeply bleeding in silenced
I've learned his insanity
while patiently observing...
that's when I whispered him the meaning
that apathy have seen him.
He caged me with my sickness
as i bladed my skin to remember what's hatred...
I was accompanied by a clown called boredomand I am his disciple of freedom
I shown him emotions that we both can't bare
and I watch and laugh while he confusedly stare
what am I to him,
even if I'm a part of his.
but chained inside his thoughts...i decided.
I am... but nothing...
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