I'm a shipwreck
A disobedient son of the morn
I'm a teardown drapery
A rebel with or without a cause
When the night call for me
I become alive
When the day puts me to toil
I sleep otherwise
As the wound vanishes from my arm
My heart yearns to be wounded again
A life of solitude and failure
I have chosen for my self
Yes the fallen I am once
So enthusiastic about life
Dark melodies playing
My pain out
The rhythm of the drums
Let's me stand strong
I'm afraid someday I'll be successful
And happy stealing life from others
I'm an example of perdition
And the love's boat reaches no shores
© Mahamegh