Things are not as expected.

Tear. Fear. Shear.

We cannot avoid, nor solve.

I feel the world is dark,

The eye is blind,

The blood is black,

And the air is filled with hopeless.

What should I suppose to be,

Suppose to think of,

Suppose to look for?

The truth is,

I can only find your shadow in my dream.

It is almost real,

With warmth,

With hug,

With feel.

But it won't be.

(just something written during the boring bio lesson xd)