Scrubbing hands non stop,
using bleach and a hard brush...
Shade of the past calls, sets aflame...
to plague and slay life is its aim...
I feel locked deep inside my head
With thoughts that float and dance...
Sometimes in the darkness
the ghosts of the past come to call...
...
katumbas nito...
It's ironic that we make a wish on a burning star
Shooting through the sky in a self righteous...
When we first met
What did you see...
Open my heart
Just a little bit more...
Don't let it out
Don't let it fall...
The thoughts are growing, forever overwhelming
Blocking away a sense of a sane reality...
She floats silently, lifeless
Looking for something to grasp...
A Stranger in my mirror,
A Stranger in my home...