water and flowers

I'm clean

Therefore, I see the dirt, everywhere, everytime

Im a hostage with open doors

Far cry 

Just a memory for those who visited my body, touched my soul 

What's the weight of lost dreams, false hopes and pain?

Certainly more than I could bear

Even though I'm here, I don't feel the same

But this time it's different 

Tomorrow seems beyond range 

And All I can touch is dust

On the ground, from my body

A vessel used to dream 

I just wanted water and flowers

But I got this

And whatever has been poured in 

Dooms the vassel 

Cracks the soul 

Crashes the heart

And glue it would be a daydream wishful thinking