mesmerised by what i once call it as,
how the end
would never seem like a better demise that we all shall face.
still up right,
i still wonder,
how this silent scream echos the earth.
making myself despaired.
the lies are always a better cure.
and the cure is always sweet.
that will keep on fooling this self
that he once had a soul..
and a pathetic smile that fakes every moments,
to actually making people believe,
he was nothing...
they still make the world prove him wrong