I see out..
Find dreams eloping,
Pricking mists droop..
I lie on a bed of thorns.. do I?
I lie by my past,
I lie on my belly with my cell phone..
Deleting texts, thumbnails..
All nasty memories, concocts to nothing..
All it seems a bygone era..
Mystic indeed..
Well to my oblivion, I stand
Away from her.
I damn each heart that brought us near,
I damn each soul that torn us apart,
I find my instincts finally guide me..
I find life ahead, beckons..
