I am a passionate corpse
For I am dead--
While being alive.

Living in this non-existent world,
My mind isn't found
It is stuck somewhere
Resting beyond the depths of my soul
Was lost and never found.

This is not bound to be understood,
But something that could feed
The hunger of a soul
A dead soul

How I long to be alive,
To be once living
To breathe again
To dream again
But now, dead
Nothing but a wishful dream

And so I wrote
What my mouth cannot speak
Let my words fill the gaps
Of my emptiness

For nothing ever matters,
Let me write my trash
A beautiful junk--
Let me write it all