(F)aded
The last falling leaf of my heart compelling me to try to bring the others back together, wondering why nothing would never be mine , neither happiness nor love ,doubting fate's righteous truth .
Being nothing more than the toy of my own life that threats to suck the last piece of soul lingering somewhere , near the abyss.
Knowing everything is better than being myself, searching deep down a new meaning, a new need , a new reason to live
Still knowing that there's no use trying .
Knowing that dying is my escaping, my becoming beautiful , me relishing in the quiet peacefulness of my unwavering form. Every soft wind caressing each falling part of me,my real reason for being , dying...