I am a dead vessel travelling alone in a city
An image of regret, and resentment, there are–
Street lights illuminating in my bloodshot eyes
Down to my lips, to my tear-streaked cheeks
Feels like a movie to reminisce under street lights
How ironic it is to feel blue under my own stars
Cold night and gazes isolate my reality, yet
Heat from the city itself is a comforting embrace
The wind in the bridge whistles silent pleads
It makes me want to jump and be left to drown
I want to watch the moonlight from the under
Let the water envelop me with nothingness
I know someone from here. Worthless but satisfying
A local who took the opportunity to bruise my lips
While my eyes were closed, and consent were loose
Thorns and grief rapidly grew on the cracks of the asphalt in my heart
Where that particular someone could fit right into
Wild grasses and dreams thrived scattered all over the deserted space
And here I am, barely fighting for a place to fill
I took a pill to calm my palpitating heart and feelings
Lean myself back on the clouds, and so did my inklings
Which are pointless
Just as my purpose of life, I am the–
Melancholic affection that seems like it’s everywhere in the city
But every time I try to confront it myself, it fades away
I know it lingers, in deep dark alleys of my mind
Where trash and I can be thrown away carelessly
The feeling may never go away
