Closed in a shell
I eye you from a corner
The figurative face of a monster
Perched nose and thickened lips
I hide again and close my eyes...
I am let into a desolate void
Nothing around to catch my fancy
Nothing more to worry about
I am yearning the death bestowed on me
I am yearning for my life...
Life changes with the ticking hand of seconds
Friends turn foes
People go and grow old
Circumstances lead your life
And shut in a nutshell
I walk behind...
The foggy nights of festival
Reminds me to rejoice
As I look in the mirror
I only see a hollow frame
Encrusted with remorse
And lost all the faith in smile...
I beg that pain to come over me
I near my end of an endless path
I follow the course in my dream
And In my dream I want to live
I want to weave my own life
And In my dream I see you
I find you standing behind me
In my dreams I laugh
And I loathe you for being with me...
