Wait Till Dark

not so feeble to drink poison silently

but it is true exhausted to fight and struggle for my dreams

same vicious circles of my dreams

that becomes nightmare

hopes on others broken

many times prohibited to enter

in love

now it is very foolish to ask where

I am?

as if I lost somewhere and searching myself 

when the outside world denied your existence

as beggar wrapped in coffin

when waiting for sun

I prefer this darkness to discard outside world

sometime it was there

but now in last moment in whole

world nobody is mine.

is it only play of dream life?

which trying to be live in eyes

forever but vanishes next moment

what you like more than death

too much precious in life?

that only stays with me long time

that rendezvous

and haunting phenomena of oblivion

or nostalgia?