a deep blue ocean
dark room is my game
head spinning what I was thinking
the gesture of your body complicate me.

is this the sound of silent killer
asking reaper when is my final blow.
my way of singing the path of arguments.
help me not monster keep me awake all night.
make me sick when we talk about peace.
when troubles only exist

in this tiny room of Slayer
my sensitivity killing me softly
help is beyond measure
we're the feeling is twisted Truth.

I'm not crazy
the daydream is occupied my space
and I let my boldness rapidly increase
to hide my weakness.
and let my self get high .

This life is empty
without goodbye.
© kimbe