I wish the ova could have bursted in the uterus of my creator
I wish I never opened my eyes to that incubator

I wish the daylight never peeked through my curtains
I wish the darkness of my soul always retains

I wish my eyes stops raining
I wish I could stop my energy from draining

I wish I could explain that depression is menacing
I wish the last time we are together, us hanging.
© vagabondscribbler