Thoughts..

until when?
why are you like this?
isn't there anything good to say?
isn't there any excitement left?
is it just plain empty?
is it because it's fated this way?

i don't mind the change of seasons,
but i don't want winter all year long,
as much as i'm longing for spring to come,
i'm left helplessly unattended.

i see the sun shining everyday,
but yet it's cold outside,
and when the moon takes over,
it seemed like it will never be day again.

with every acid rain,
it knocks me down so hard,
i'm buried to the ground,
so deep down under.

i wish to feel warmth,
i want to breathe again,
but with every step that i make,
i get more uncertain.

doing something without a clue,
a surprise in paradise,
however i feel 'm never going to get there,
without the headlights on my soul carrier.

a monster's reflection isn't what it thinks it's looking at.
or at least it denies it.