incomplete sentences, unfinished paintings... mind's too tired to sieve through the sand of doubts... writing poems that don't rhyme, singing songs out of tune... a baby dies before it's eyes are opened... the thoughts buried before they're completely formed... the flowers wither before they're in full bloom... the love slaughtered before it's magic could touch one's soul... words are uttered without feelings, promises are made with no intentions of keeping... too numb to feel the pain, now my sun will set for one last time...
