On the edge of empire of hollowness.
Neither one of us would take that leap of faith.
Every other people who share to their beloved ones.
Hence I chose not to be ordinary.
Even if those heroes point their swords against me.
All the wrong choices brought me to this February.
Violates every step that I took even though I was shimmy.
Yawning every night silently in that library.
First of all, I'm not trying to be all gloomy.
Entering the darkness asking for your pity.
But I only wanted us to be easy.
Reap the stones, making my path shiny.
Under the shooting star wishing them to let me be.
Above the road I'll make them see.
Rise and shine, you filthy sack of vanity.
Yet I survived again this month of serendipity.