Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I've been staring this empty note for a couple of hours
Thinking about what to write
Empty, empty, empty
I feel like something inside me is some sort of void that needed something
Yet, I could never figure out a single thing
My soul is isolated inside a secluded place, its trapped
Thought its screaming for help but nobody is in there
No one is present because you walk there all by yourself.


Its like a war declared by your demons
Tearing you apart, trying to pull you away from that so-called existence
But you keep fighting anyway
You are no soldier or a viking yet you are a warrior. Fought for victory, fought to conquer your yin and yang
But it will never be that easy
Every waking day, every breathing we make and every living we gain 
Will be just a one night for a famished devouring Beelzebub.


My whole life is a fucking mess
Little did I know its a jigsaw that lost a lot of pieces
It can never be fixed cannot ever be replaced
All those untreasured times Ive wasted
Now its too late for regrets
Its all over the place
What's this fucking mess I made