Diam

Cried in the corner of my weak heart.
Looking where the beauty lies.
I pursue a step that is never certain.
Where is the real taste?

All fantasy is me.
I cry here but without a sound.
Helpless when dark covers me.
The more I get lost.
Do not know where the direction of purpose in my life.
And I'm silent and contemplating myself.
For a moment my mind disappeared in a direction.
Drizzled along with the cold night ...

Close your eyes in silence.
Trying to scream loudly.
But still as usual,
Silent....