breathing

can u name my existance?

this world gors aloud in taking my name,

my false name,

and i wonder on me..

my shape deformed, my breaths haphazard,

and this world goes silent in exposing my roughness,

and my mouth goes numb,,,....

dream of wat u desire,

this world is like this,

full of fakes, full of sleepers,

so dream on what u desire,

the only salvation to ur fading existance,

the only escape to ur bloody hands....

keep me away from the doors closed,

i have travelled too many unknown distances,

with closed dyes, with no feeels,

and only fake smile accompanied me well..

these companions leave ur hands, when dust is too much,

see nothing, look for no trace,

for the only shape that ever has existed is of URS!!

HIRAMALIK