,,,,

There will be some more days
like this,

and I will run far from you.

You will not see me.

I have forgot not you
but myself,

The essence of life
is something,

I wanted not to seek.

I wanted to discover the path
where i will be lost forever.

And now here I am at a place
far from my existence,

Not even my eyes
recognize me anymore.

Paranoia

There is a strange paranoia
I am feeling towrds myself,

as if the world around me
will shatter,

and I want it to shatter very badly.

Everyday is a burden
on the heart,

too heavy to keep
or
to throw away,

The last thing I remember
is a shadow in my dream,

A shadow which is coming
towards me to slit my throat,

and there is blood all over me.

It is not red , it is black
the colour of dark.

The colour of fear.