Letters to Unknown
Without the bright light you shone through my heart, i'd rather taste shadow's pain to search you,
without the love you have committed, i'd rather enter into the path of loneliness,
how is one suppose to feel, when nothing around is real
caught in fire, spiral in pain,
fully committed, yet nothing can be gained
full of surprises, full of vain,
falling gently into a dark abyss, pain as striking as a wound
can be seen only by you.
gliding along the cloudiness morn,
tenderly brushing against the wound,
thinking about nothing but you.