Far…far away…
The believe that still be saved in my deepest heart
The crave that still flush in my soul
Wish You
Drop the ease with Your Love
Quench the thirst with Your Touch
Keep me safe with Your Care
Can’t leave
Guilty feeling that push me into the bloody pain
Ball of sins that trap me back to the blackest past
Lingers me
From the chance of a better life
From the raise of a higher step
From the move of a grower mind
Distracted
Disordered
Empty
Dying
Worthless
Breathless
Numb
Dumb
Fatigue, but couldn’t sleep
Weak, but have to fight
Faint, like almost dead
So tired being here
But can’t go anywhere
Like a prisoner
Being caged in the jail
Hope not forever
All things look untruth
Clapped me to the bluff ruin
And it seems too late
Moving back from the fact
Purple Room, June 9, 2010
..in the deepest madness..
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