Change.

Abstract thinking like anusual piece of art

hanging on the wall of my abomination self.

The world cannot stop going on

and I cannot stop existing.

Emotions of an adolescent frustration

Hatred and misery's dust falling down.

Past faces, past lives collapse with future and the moments.

How I cannot find myself in these pictures and only see strangers?

I am scared of thinking you were there and I was lost somewhere

those eyes, how could exist without having them from then.

And, oh my lord, how have i changed.
If only you would exist to hear a prayer.

Feels like I woke up from dreams

that I cannot really remember.

My head is full of misery and things of the unknown.

Some things hurt the most - iconic memories and phobias

or the pain of a sinister thought.
What have I lost?

Some others take the best of me

and make me something else.

Don't look at photos please. Don't thinking of the past

where he was and what he loved

he maybe told me all along.
Calm down now.

I am still in deep waters searching my way out.

trying to figure out.

What have I become?

I fear not the crime. I long for a dream

but I believe in nothing as it seems.

Not a single light for me to find, not anymore.

It is dark, here in the corridor

trying to find something to fit with my intuition.
To fix my condition.

Oh, and I beg the world to allow me

explain my addiction

to make me suffer, to bring me tears

just because I am used this way

just because I cannot think of change

of having lost myself so much inside
that I cannot escape.

Just because I wasn't there all these years.
It brings me tears.

And if I am now how to explain

So many emotions how to contain

in such a brain 

full of demise

but there is not enough time for that now

not enough life for that now

not enough me for now

not enough

now.