What am I supposed to do when my heart lingers on the past, what am I supposed to do when my mind dwells in previous life time, what am I supposed to do when I can’t forget about you?
My heart, mind, and soul live in torment and abashment.
I beg to let myself move on, to find new love, but I seem to resist letting go of the forgotten past. A pain so indescribable, no words, no thoughts, no love, no dreams, and no hope could ever be found in the agony I bide in. My heart is set up in flames slowly ashing in the thick black blood rivers crushing through my torn ragged veins. Shall I always live a life in pain or shall I soon die in vain.