Ney be my reply if asked

but who are my to lie to the within

i let myself feel like an air filled sack

but as parachute the desire lives me floating

Can there be a cure to this which i feel

‘cos the agony from which i suffer is as that of defeat

and th constant sensation of rage kills me faster than been in a lonely cage

Thou will never be mine

i know about the established the theories

it also has been written between lines

just like all other prophecies

oh! have i tried, tried to stop the waters from flowing

but at every sight i loose hold of the plunger

i lost consciousness and precaution

but after d gracing of beauty i feel sober

am drowning but still writing letters

but none ever makes it to you

I’ll sink all ships making a trip

for i don’t wanna give my emotions a tip

Its that kinda feeling that the type where your heart be as a conqueror

but its also so teasing ‘cos I’ll never get close to say hello