• In an empty room of black & whites.. .

    lives a sound of whines & melody of cries.. .

    where its clock runs backwards flashing every failure I had.. .

    hit'n every wounds hidden among the fake smiles.. .

    revealing every scars of past.. .

    the past haunts me back & blow me out the corner.. .

    so where should I go but in here.. .

    underneath my bed.. .

    the only SANCTUARY I ever had.. .