Baskadia

Don't get me wrong

The sound from the gong

Makes me locomote

It's magical. Take note

Do I look sad?

I'm happy can't you see?

I guess a little isn't bad.

I'm on a happy spree!!

Woohoo!

I'm fine, don't worry about me

I might look like I'm creep'n

I don't want to be attached with Kraepelin

My fathers before me

Couldn't have any sentiments.

Do they? Such predicament.

Maybe if I was born in ancient Rome.

Where I would have to fight and give birth and marry and have grandchildren and die a noble death.

All these without feelings.

Do you check on me?

Last I recalled you're always hesitant

To say goodnight

I guess your sleep is above recommendation.

Get well soon ok. It's me

We still have some aspiration.

I'm talking vulgar

Not the regular vulgar

Alcohol tipped me off

That was a drop-off

I complained to it

And it laughed it buts out.

Don't blame me for it

I tried to talk to you. But

your schedule won't allow.

Me? I'm doing good.

Don't worry I'm good.

And it said, you are too weak

Sip me and become virile.

I kept up to the streak

And started to loose myself a little.

Strong? I guess it was for diversion.

After days of submersion

The cumulus cloud cried with me.

In rivers of my own tears tub

I swim and drown and there

I saw us. Yes both us

On a moment of happy times

For a while it seems steady

Then after a while it began to fade away

I went after it. I sprung like lava

But I couldn't reach it

I couldn't get it back

I lost it. I tried again

But I was drowning in the bath tub.

I was still going for it

Whilst fighting my way out.

Woke up in hospital

Only to realize I was chasing memories.

Did you travel? You did right?

In times of doleful nights

I scooped the land spic-and-span

Casualties caught in time

Escaped exile and soar up to depression

With the lonely nights

Playing watch guards

And tides performing orchestra

Feeling begin to wrap up and burn

Most nights are lonely

And you don't even notice

Such flames consumes me and

Wrath in pilled up in my core

Living in a desperate prison and wanting

Not freedom but a change of occurance

Illusion distracted me

From blunt truth.

And now I'm a serving museum of mockery and and a platue of laughter.

Where have you been?

You don't even notice

The feint sight of depression.

I guess such good tales of friendship

Only happens on TV 😔.

In all conditions and situations

I'm still fine and okay

I still have my head right?

Nearly lost that one.

But I'm still here if you want

Someone to talk to

I'm still here. Same place

Same spot.