I can See
emerging from the sea.
with old and well drawn shapes.
I'm like the one who can't go on,
even if this drawing's so lively.
I can't get out and tell everyone
that i begin to feel those shapes too real.
my body would
feel in harmony.
to draw this empty soul.
I missed the chance to understand
if there was any sense in what i see;
to preserve myself from death
I just pretend that everything was real.
Be my illusion
to begin my conversion..
creating endless shapes.
I feel clear,
I feel in harmony...
(Becoming zero. Fading into nothing.)