I wanted to run away;
to kill myself ,
to lash the world,
and beat it to tiny pieces.
I dropped my head,
while the tiny bits reformed...
To the real world
where I really belong;
Sadness, anger, and pain
All were called hatred.
The paper mache's curdled.
The paint dried
The paintbrush hardened
The whole thing were cold and lifeless.
The atmosphere; so heavy.
Everything at slow motion
I hardly breathed.
I'm just hearing my heart beat.
The ignition was on my heart,
igniting once more; unstoppable.
The world was angry to me.
All I do seemed so wrong.
I wanted to run,
but my feet seemed so heavy.
Every step, every move, I'm pulled
Succumb back to the black-hole...
To the darkness where I truly belong.
I was lifeless,
I was nothing,
but darkness .
