There is a tremor; there is a heartbeat
There Is pain, when I see glint In his eyes
Ever heard of emotional disturbances?
They hike up the sky and
Dig deep in the ground.
They change in a second.
It’s like a drug. Sadness sinks in.
Remorse and Grief became
my second identity. Sometimes,
I have no idea what I am to do.
Heartburns, they take place suddenly,
Then there is you,
Something that influences me
Few days, I am lost in thoughts,
Perhaps other, when I loose hopes
Why Does this happen to me?
When I cant get myself to think,
I cry; I got no tomorrow?
What is there to see, when I lost all
My hopes of tomorrow.
Agitated, hungry for more
I am not an option,
I am at the latter of my existence.
Then I talk of fascination,
Although I am filled with darkness
I shall not be accepted.
I shall not be appreciated.
While I sit alone,
You there are just “chasse-ing” for more.