The heart bewails, it lives in melancholy,
The soul searches for ecstasy, the truth hides.
Deep inside, the flame resides, words seem lost.
Deep inside, I'm not me, ignition yells inside me.
A part of me is in the hunt, a part of me is being hunted by me.
Love, grief, passion, happiness, all are upset with me,
What would give me relief now? I wonder.
Would it be the same therapy? The same look? The same cure?
Broken bonds, broken wings, broken me, dejection revolves around me.
I have begun envying those who smile, I wish I could smile genuinely too.
Dying everyday isn't new to me, the spirit is there though.
I want to fly, but the heart is in agony, a longing stops it.
Solace has closed its doors for me, everything bites me to cause pain.
I need that one glimpse, nothing seems exciting, fake smiles and fake me,
But deep inside there is only restlessness, agony, with no one around.
