Sometimes I go restless, soundless.
Living my numbered days.
While longing for another, life becomes a mess.
Do not need so much talking or blessing for long live.
But all I want is your acceptance for a day to breathe.
It is like the feeling when I already know that I am going to bleed blue.
No matter what, but still I am waiting in ecstasy.
I am waiting for you.
A mob of death or birth.
That never let us refuse the realism of earth.
For all wishes we all made in haze.
Ever needed our devotion, I gaze.
The mightier way, I have ever chosen.
You breathe safe in my heart.
I am on my way to obsolescence.
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