Insomniac thoughts
When pain and pen rhyme
There's always"Maybenot"
They say hope dies last but what would you do if it came first
Stranded and strained thrown to the darkest valley
No one can help but I'm meant to feel pity
Yet I no pain so I suffering the pain
Not able to show your emotions how unfortunate being I'm
Here it's comes to posses me as I'm the fool in the puppet show
Raise me high then halt me with confidence
Threw me down to trash bag and tell me I'm arrogant
What a feeble creater I'm perplexed by the self
That image in the mirror I've crafted my self
Just despair from my limbs snatch my mind and my heart
Hope your enjoying my blood pouring in your hand
For dripping in defeat bowing for your torcher
My Ying and Yang aren't maintained any longer
Take my hopes and dreams for it's the price I'm ought to pay
I was born unlucky I shall die the same way
But keep this in mind my soul is always mine for it was passed to me by the omin-potent God
So I've right to keep it as long as I'm alive .