I am about to burst,
But can hardly feel.
I am pretty thirst
And from this disease,there is no pill.
Underestimating everything around,
I am losing all my colors.
My soul makes so blunt sound
With the hope to faster collapse.
For me,there is no enough space
To fly with all my wings.
This is so dull case
In which my heart slowly sinks.
I need to fill in the gaps,
Otherwise it will stay unfinished.
There are many steps,
But they all are diminished.