That unknown feeling, that unknown urge, gets higher everytime, take me low everytime.
Everytime I look out of window, at the full moon of 14th, it give me chills. I feel an unknown urge, I see an unknown face I've never seen, a feeling I never felt before. In that moon light I see my hands, my blood-stained hands. What did I do? Did I kill myself before it ever came into being?
And now the spirit is haunting me every now and then. Reminding me of the sins I've done, the misdeeds I did.
Everytime I see that face I feel like I am hit right on my face, punched so hard that the impact shattered my heart into pieces and it scattered on the floor the same way as those zillion stars are scattered on the black velvet gown covering our heads above us.
That regret kills me everytime I see your face, I don't know who you are, where did you come from, I can't understand your arrival, when it happened, I have no idea. Just go away please, I have had enough of this..
Everytime I look out of window, at the full moon of 14th, it give me chills. I feel an unknown urge, I see an unknown face I've never seen, a feeling I never felt before. In that moon light I see my hands, my blood-stained hands. What did I do? Did I kill myself before it ever came into being?
And now the spirit is haunting me every now and then. Reminding me of the sins I've done, the misdeeds I did.
Everytime I see that face I feel like I am hit right on my face, punched so hard that the impact shattered my heart into pieces and it scattered on the floor the same way as those zillion stars are scattered on the black velvet gown covering our heads above us.
That regret kills me everytime I see your face, I don't know who you are, where did you come from, I can't understand your arrival, when it happened, I have no idea. Just go away please, I have had enough of this..
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