Not heard,

Slapped into silence,

By your laughter.

The killing machines

Keep running,

Chasing.

What I know,

Love is a rose,

Beautiful to see,

But its thorns sting painfully.

I never expected

That you’d be bound by the twilight,

Unable to be free for me to hold.

You are my lantern,

That will never light my way.

Loneliness,

Faithfully,

It convinces me to leave.

Enough of feeling all this,

I must go.

Did my name ever cross your mind,

In the fleeting moment of God’s will?

Can you bloom and flower as you wish,

While I,

Faint and die?

I’m tired,

Of accompanying you in your dreams,

As if you keep inspiring my death.

Whoever you are,

Make me see the truth.