Lined

Gasping 'cos of polluted air,
Went to the veranda, can't breath . . .
Went to the back door, can't breath . . .
Searching for my own space,
I'm just suffocated with my own breathe.

Waking from the nightmares,
Mom, all I want is just your hug to calm myself.
Walking alone in the dark streets,
Dad, all I want is just your words to usher my way.

Trying to ignore the definitions,
I have no taste to believe in statistics.
Castaway is the ash we've been trying to catch.
How they gonna calculate the depth of scotch in souls ?

Draw a cycle on the ground around me,
Cast a spell of fairy dreams . . .
Mom and Dad,
I've become the one without self.
(BS)