November 23
Vanish
The passengers relying,
Heads on a shoulder of mine.
You're fucked up in lying,
Next stop was failure, now it's your time.
Cry to digest pain and blood,
While agony takes all inner.
Burp to set the screaming dot,
Honey, that's your final dinner.
When the world turns cruel and blind,
There’s no love, no peace to find.
Hatred fuels a hollow heart —
Dreams of leaving, torn apart.
There are things remaining silent,
Banished to tears in pit.
Once birds will tell you what I went,
So vanish yourself to prevent it.
