How can I tell?
the story of the colourless flower, the hopeless,
it was afraid to bloom as it can't let go its root,
as the world was filled with hues, but it was too dark,
can't see the rainbows, the disease can't be cured,
yet it was fine...
I find the dark was cool yet pure,
filled with the silence I adored,
maybe it seemed like a bliss but they told me it's a curse...
if you hold onto it anymore you will drown in its mirth...
so what can I tell?
I think this is where I fell,
in the deep of the abyss I found the piousness,
let go my hopelessness,
maybe the hopeful rised higher or I wanted to end that very rhyme,
but I just...I just...left myself drown deeper...
I don't know what I can tell...I don't know if I can...
the void was everything that I can't abandon,
I really don't know what I can tell...
I am too afraid of acceptance,
I am just a paranormal freak, I am the hopelessness...
just a sadist in this skin with million faces and the grins, even I forgot which me is real...
I don't remember...why I call my other self,
help me, take over but I can't pay the debt,
but it was only me and my mind with million faces of loneliness,
made many characters, to entertain me...but they all ended up the same, being me, the hopelessness...
so what can I tell?
I am just left with three faces,
the good, the middling and the bad...just a byproduct of myself...
I don't know if this is me...or it is not,
but it is me...I am all.

© XxStarwarexX

It's been so long since I have wrote something like this. The reason I created this profile...to vent out...