Tuesday, 21 June 2016


The night is dark and full of sorrow.
My heart keeps beating but it's hollow.
Once upon a time, the story was fine.
There's no happy ending in this tale of mine.

A flower needs water and air
but what will happen when you tear it away.
Once full of life and colors,
poor thing is dying cause you needed flowers.

Is this what makes you happy?
The world is blind for your tears.
Your mind is full of things crappy.
That's why you had to leave me with all of your fears.

The night is young and full of ghosts.
The flower is dead but that's not the worst.
Your eyes are empty but so is your grave.
My hands are shaking cause I need to be brave.