A knife through vein would end me But where'd I stand then?
My Soul would linger through the dead
With no sign of life left
I want to touch the sky
See beyond the shady clouds
I want to breathe inside the deepest ocean
Clean myself and about
My heart belongs to a different
A difficult kingdom
My mind is the stop of me
To think beyond my wisdom
I'm quite between the living and Living with non living
Non living stops the living
Am I beyond those shiny diamonds?
Or I cost of the mud under the shoe?
My thoughts are my escape or trap?
I don't know but always knew
Am I the bad for me?
Or am I reason of bad?
or am I the only one who feel bad for the bad?