I know how to strangle my emotions
and to bury them underneath the realm
I wrap the corpse and cleared the notions
resumed the trip, with a hollow soul at the helm.

The 19 year old conscience sometimes spits it out
and the dead souls curse me for aborting them
haunts me to not let them sprout
you can't imagine them existed on my stem.

In the end, I'm a cold-blooded murderer
who slaughtered all those weeps behind the lashes
choked my laughs beneath the lips like a torturer
and immersed my Love deep down inside the heart's ashes.