Too much chaos in my mind
That i abhor to write.
A dead soul and two birds of light,
A sun that pulls me and
makes me supine.
I am a corner tide, lost in the sign.
Birds chirps to bring me alive,
Come back to me a soul of mine.
Will death bring us closer by?
Sun brightens my sweeping sunrise.
Dreams running out to be a dim stripe.
Stars laugh at my life.
I am a broken tide.
Leave me out to subside~