Down

Freedom,parties,fame,looks

The title of books I yearned,loved,read and hooked

Like the life I forsee,parties are my stage,the crowds my ocean,flowing with age.

But wait,instead all I see is black

the liquid from my eyes is the ocean of my mind

The heck was the word I had, but not the reason why everyone is mad

I don't know.

When I step in,nobody's talking,speaking,listening, they just simply b' ignoring

Then, I became a ghost in my own shell,trapped in own hell,can't break out,get out and I have to kneel down.

 

 

So that's where I go down,down,down the trap, my black ocean of hell.Well,I can't forget.About the wrath I faced, my own sick widespread

The witch with a b that had mouth lose like my piece of bread

 

So I go down,down down again I'm blind,I can't see and I'm going insane

So when I wake up, in my sea, my one red pain, I smiled,and my mind said it, you are down and out,but you have one more to gain.