Exhausted in dappled corner
Suffocated in each faded image of you
Shifting between pages in vagueness
And wondered around between realities and decapitate mind
Are you still there?
I can hear you running, between pale silent whispers
Vomited behind tall tree of gestures
I can smell you vanishing…
Evaporating between mists of lies…
Suppose your golden compass finally defined
Suppose reality have smack you back to the ground
Suppose.. She was waiting for you there
Behind curtain of faith and despair
In her soft wide wing of remorse
I suppose…
I'm running out of tears to leak
And running out of faith to convey
Wish I could spit it out of loud...
Come home when you are silent
Come home when you are resting
Come home when you just ...simply ...feel like it…
But I don’t think I will be here anymore
I’m through..
Au voir..
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