No Will - Ephemeral Ocean

I disappear every day

From the earth

Away from your heart

Finally, I feel the taste of our dry lips

To break them!

Never think of it again

Outwardly, it would be easier

Than it was then to be child

Internally run to the image

Each word is linked with my life

Written torment haunted me

Without respite

Burn thy diaries, turn it to ashes

The freshness mislead me

So I have to take this fire

And carry it in broken hands

Superstition kills me

Without respite