I AM.

I’m just a subtle entity
roaming around this chaos called ‘life.’
is there no end?
What is the meaning of this all?
Again, I’m trapped between reality and unreality
in this desolate garden.

And the birds cry their wretched sins
and I melt
and I melt…

I am
I am
I am
without a doubt
falling into this utopia of You.

The trees have yet to blossom again
the stillness of the earth’s breath terrifies me.
A sudden ache in my chest to kill again
steers me towards you.
The leaves from the un-blossomed trees scurry away.

Of course, you’re still there
and I’m dying
and I’m dying…

The rain won’t stop pouring its disasters
my eyes are kept hidden behind a mask of red.
The silence of these nights are the only things keeping us sane.
If this world had never existed, I would never have known your name.

And I’m falling
and I’m falling…

Well just imagine
Towering clouds that never cease to haunt the sky,
a broken ground beneath your feet
never meant to catch you.
Then maybe, then maybe you would stop.

But of course, your eyes have already been eaten away.

I am
I am
without a doubt
falling into this dystopia with You.