While rains are tears in eye, everywhere I go.
I once saw myself as star that owns no light,
My shadow reflects my past when I lose my sight.
I am arms and shoulders to those who lost themselves,
I see myself leaving me as real, in thunders.
My heart blood vessels are stormy,
While my hands lose me in self hug,
My ways in fog are also stormy.
While I was showing off my “breath”
I find myself with scars that fit no bandage.
My heart shock me in resistance, not mention savage
Hosts and ghost never stop to haunt me,
Unfulfilled dreams and wishes got me broken.
I am one of scars with no open.