Long Story Short,
I’m Cornered.
Every Second I’m Haunted,
Gory With The Dead Of Night.
Recycle Myself,
Just Don’t Think Of Tomorrow.
And As About I Flail,
This Is My Fairytale.

Life seems Lifeless,
For The Dead Travel Fast.
I’m Catching My Breath,
Another Hopeless Romantic.
Somewhere In Between
Pop And Gothic Before,
Lost In Barcode.