o em jee (2010)

I'm breathing fake air.
Something in this air suffocates me.
The air is poisoned, the water is contaminated.
I took a sip, and I felt it.
The food I ate gave me aches.
I can barely think and hardly want to see.
Everything else in this world doesn't interest me.
Family became unfamiliar; they sucked my soul out.
I don't believe in anything anymore.
Time is the culprit; it will make the end begin.
At this point, it stabs me, preventing me from breathing.
I'm connecting the dots, plotting a chronology.
How did it all start? How did this feeling start?
I know I want something, but I'm clawed by needs.
The answer isn't love; that isn't it.
Ahead, an open field offers the searching.
There is still a long way to go before eternity.
My God, the sole ruler of all, has planned such a great deal of torture, well-planned and subtle.
A heart that hopes for uncertainty becomes certain but still hopeless.
I'm grateful for mutuality, but the agony is uncanny. I want to be home, or any place that feels like home.
He says, 'run away with me,' but I said no.
My saviour, walking the clouds, to whom I handed my lonely heart.
I kill you with no sword.
Something creeps in, and I cannot control it.
My love, the love of my life.
How I wish you could see life's cruelty, to revert all the joy and care you bring.
I'd say... OMG