I am Alive But dead from inside. Most of inner me Is lost deep inside. All the fakeness Is still alive. Pretending to be Happiest soul But only grief and mourn inside. I want to Play My game again. And Wish My Beautiful Inception Never to end. . . .
Once i thought I found a love. That love was so intense As to distinguish between The Reality and the Dreams. Across the sky, I Still think She is there In the sightest corner of my heart, Bound in the walls Pumping the RBC’s.. Across the Vein.. In the mean