Mess

While my past do not exist,

And my fuature is deadly myth,

In my present I have found

My true parth at least.

 

Did I know how much it costs?

Have I had things that I've lost?

Many questions tear my mind

Because of answers I can't find.

 

But I won't make a sound

I know no one can give me

What i want

I'll try to kill desire inside...

I'll do the thing I can.

 

little mess in every head,

little chaos in the deep:

We need to throw away as sleep

Things way too heavy to keep.