I breathe the same air as yours,
savoring your perfume and poison.
Bury my burdens to conceal yours,
hiding my soul’s spirit, securing your secrets.
Crave for a suicidal silence,
yet always have millions of words to offer,
Your gloom glows over my dark radiance,
yet my melancholic appetite seems stronger.
My words are shallow,
My eyes look down,
yet I sadly smile,
knowing why this heart
secretly wishes to stop beating.
I dance with the flames,
trying to turn myself to ashes,
falling for deceptions,
one after another.