Emotion is a disgusting thing!

O novice heart, you disgust me!

Your tea's made of fragile eyes,

Every sip you take

you lose the grasp of me.

Your skin fell apart, a thousand times

One by one, yet no piece gave up.

You must be too reckless to make song outta pain,

And let your scars tune in rhymes.

O poor mind, you disgust me!

Every other day, you get drowned in agony

You keep the branch ready for an exact rose;

Yet bleed everytime when it's plucked from thee.

You've crossed the stranded road all alone,

With vagabond memories crawling back

And still you yearn for lost emotions

Let 'em eat up your flesh & bone.

I regard emotion the biggest traitor

Poor faker, heart wrecker.

If I could, I would let my soul be wise —

So no one knows my feelings' demise….