Its empty.
Everything is empty.
There’s nothing left more.
Hopeless, fearless, lifeless, and only weakness.
My path is empty, my eyes are blurry, cause of tears.
Even, when its run out.
This is something that never happened to me before.
And it repeats after it started.
The worst is I do careless to myself.
But it gets used to it.
Indirectly, my body refuses to wake up.
Implicitly, I wish I’d never been born.
But death refused me.
And life rejects me.
Isn’t it ironic?
New path everyday haunts me, it drained me.
How long I could walk into this gloomy aisle?
West, north, east.
Where to go?
Pretend or quiet.
What to choose?
Nothing I can do than continue.
And never know when it ends.

Instrument by : Jurrivh – Emotions

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