Painted on the face of a picture that portrays me
Caught pushing for peaks that peer high above me
The makings that mold me into a morose poet
Deeply dreaming in dark pools in which I drink the words
Listening to the love lingering as well as I am heard
I breathe the bountiful breaths of this short life
Praying for a prosperous term of happiness in peace

Nightmares creep into my neglected corpse
Sealed lips...and tears that slide down my sullen face
Facets of depression that deepens my debt
Who will save my soul when it is set ablaze
Who will bite the dirt that belittles my barren grave

I am soft-spoken and a servant to my suffering
I open my antidote to those who oppose me
Set fire to foes who thought they froze me

I'm just a face fretted of fear on a broken picture frame
Painted on the face of a portrait that portrays me
Trying to reach heights high above me
I'm just a lost soul who sought for savior
From the darken depths of my drowning dreams
I'm just a kiss away from the kismet of happiness
Who will deliver me?