If I ever write again,
my words would stagger
In the dark lump of black deeds,
And perhaps my mythical well beings,
Down under the shades of the dying lives.

If I ever write again,
My pen will forget the letters,
My soul shall start searching the divine,
And my body would blush out of the fire,
And the days meant to be a supernatural honour.

If I ever write again,
Trying my best for best to happen
And the pain and agony of the blindfolded layers,
Just vanish out into the darkness of light.
Leaving me desapair and helpless among shooting stars.

- The Daft Introvert