If I ever knew something
I bet it will be the anticipation of pain;
Of sorrow; and of helplessness,
that I trapped myself within.
Entangled, I face the darkness alone,
With warm water raining down on me, the tiny little
prickling sensation I say, was all I need
To tread this road of solitary affection
The shy, avoiding voice thousand of miles away
swaying, or far away it is
helps cradling the flame within my soul
though the mere thought to catch that familiar vibration
sends me to near annihilation every night
yet when I am yearning for it
I feel myself alive
A single fleeting moment
enough to redeem the endless hours of suffocation
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