Why am I?

I don’t know myself, what am I doing
I’m best on doing what I really do, I loose
I’m, whatever, I think I am, and I really exist
No offence for whatever, I think I really am.


Puppets stand, offshore, staring at me and I stoned
Frozen summer into melting snows of hope
Masked under a mask of what you really aren’t
And the Valentines of 2009, rust you in pieces


Don’t know who you really are to me, my life
I, solid bones into lump of flesh, a heart and a mind
Blackout! Watch back before you creep a step up
Backlash and panting, fighting for nothing to get


After fighting with yourself, most of the time you do
Possibility of a brain drain, after draining your brain into rain
I see no sunshine, moonlight as dew drops freezes to hay
A no life awaiting ahead you neither death
I degrading, rupturing into minds emergently
Gently nourish your habit of refrain to anxiety



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