• xyl_ayvlis 16w

    Things getting louder and louder
    Senses are in hyper-alert
    Everytime I looked back
    I found a vacant;

    I trapped in an age
    I don't know, what?
    Might remain in a same age
    Like a dead people do;

    Things getting thicker and thicker
    Memories contaminated the things,
    In front of me
    Future thinning and thinning;

    I have seen a things undone
    When a shreds of weaved still there
    In the middle of the sentence
    Missed a life not lived;