Mood: Wheee-dListening To: Powered fans at SampanWrote this before I slept this afternoon..
Chained, to a bed of thorns,
Bleeding, continuously.
Chained, in between of my love for her,
Where none is returned, wishingly.
Thoughts, that pollutes my mind,
Of the never-ending past.
Thoughts, that never cease to exist,
wishing they would evaporate into dust.
Confusion, is the ultimate pain,
Where all is dark, and there's no sunlight, again.
Confusion, is my only train,
As I’m trapped in between these clouds and rain.
Show me the light; be my saviour.
Diminish the nights;
For my heart's the traitor.
Grant me my freedom; as i urge to break free.
Death, is not the reason;
Someone, unchain me.