Dead Ocean

                                    

                                          

Blue as the dead ocean, 
Most of my walls cuddle my motion, 
Encoding the way I walk, saying "She must fell again" 
How many cute moments I won't gain, 
All of my face lost a beauty, 
Could I have something like duality, 
I know someday I'll wear your glass, 
We should throw notebooks where they will pass, 
I don't want to wake up and feel I'm rushing to move,
All the secrets might not be on the bay, so growing, 
And I'm telling you, you are the lucky one, 
And no matter what I will be the luckiest one, 
How I could forget how you won the battle, 
Drifting away, so I can't hunt a rattle, 
Holding a knife was a leaving print, 
Dropping pearls on a cheek as a princess waiting for a prince, 
God bless my aching soul, I can't play with the lord, 
The bones are so barren, that I stopped carrying the sword, 
Some pictures and unseen visions, 
The layout burnt the classic versions, 
Crawling without stitching the lost part, 
All the names walked a bit far from the art, 
I might be golden, and you are bolden, 
Driving my car in the traffic, I rushed with sin, 
Oh god, bless the pain, mercy on my skin, 
I'll cry myself to sleep,