Seclusion of a Lonely Poet

the pendulum revolts my inside;
spikes everyhting that i tried to hide;
coldness that gradually envelopes me;
when the hordes of death invades my body.

as much as i laugh is as much as i pour;
storms and thunders walloping my core;
everday’s rainbow’s losing it’s color;
another classical movie destined to bore.

your signals that’s thrashing and sure;
keeping me crashed unto the last floor;
thorns that are penetrating my insides;
then the interweaving vigors collides;

stealing my last drop of sleep and might;
like thief keeping me wake allthrough
the night…