There’s this burden in my heart. I don’t know if I can withstand.
Such heavy heart I have right now, I don’t even think a lot.
With all the sights, unhappy and melancholic scenes
I always put on a mask, white and black as usual.
Wearing a fake smile as gleams of light touches my face.
I am nowhere to be found. I’m in a never ending black hole.
Across the vast universe, you can see me floating.
Why am I not visible to anyone right now?
I miss walking in the winter, watching as the snow falls graciously.
I am creating a barrier. That no one could ever see.
And I am torn on what I like to do and what I need to do.
I hope someone would be able to find me.
I hope someone would ever care to look upon the mist.
For through it, you can see the crystal tears.
Tears that were product of an unending search for truth.
I am happy. But I am not.
I am here. But I am really not.
Where should I go? Where should I hide?
There’s nowhere. Only in the arms of an angel.