Quietly he walked,
Into the dark room,
He has laid, and drowned in his thoughts.
Loneliness is his comfort place.

Only the special one who will,
Hear his quiet steps,
Open the door when he softly knocks,
Know how to keep the room brightly dark,
Walk blindly, Dance divinly next to his fire.

His eyes Look dead but filled with passion.
His mind rules his heart, and
He desperately knows.
Suddenly,
He woke up..
'it's just emotions' he said.
Once he ignores his emotions,
Even the moon won't be look at in,
The same way he used to.

He knows so well...
How to halt his heartbeats,
How to stab his own heart,
With His own hands using the sharpest knife,
How to comfortably, Walk above his burned ashes,
How to draw that obscure smile over and over.

It wasn't his choice, however
He had lived both of
true happiness and pure sadness.






© Unickk