Why tears can tell more stories
than mouth can ever spell,
And why heart keeps more hollowness
than the void pit of hell;
Why the muddy darkness hides more beauty
than any shining place,
When being insane is much better
then why do we search for solace;
Although the moon won't shine..
if the sky don't get covered by dark;
Then why we still blemish the darkness,
calling it the home where monsters lurk;
why do we value the things we lost more..
than the things that are near..,
And why don't we cherish them,
before they disappear;
Why we want to separate them
when smile in tangled with pain itself;
I think we are looking for wrong answers,
don't you think we need some help?


© Night owl