I've never felt this strange before..

it's because this feeling's unsure..

it had taken me a time and a life

to woke up with eyes so wide.

On each day that passes by,

my heart speaks like a butterfly..

going in, going there..

so nervous like an open flare..

I'm torned, shattered into pieces..

broken apart, corrupted heart..

I cannot think.. comprehend that much.

like a leper that asks too much..

Will time be considered as a cure?

when you're already feeling obscure?

It really can rejuvenate a life..

but cannot even redeem a blight.

Will love frees all things?

when on it's back are hounding slaves..

begging for every breath of each..

to suffice a thirsty speech..

When would mortis arrive?

to send them up to hide..

they're frightened, terrified..

kneeling like theres no such pride..

When blood turns into life..

where would you've been that night?

cannot even pay a glimpse of smile..

to those that helped you to rhyme..

and there you are confined..

united by gravel and sand..

helped by a shovel, rope and a priest..

to guide you at your journey at pitch.

Im afraid you must go there..

because you really are for them..

for the time you have wasted, neglected and laughed at..

comes with a paycheck of flame and hemlock.

you have been teared before you are saved..

and you are here to do it..

all over again..