w h e n

when the winter sky decided to burn
the tears of my summer sun
i was left with nothing left to abuse
just a soul that needed to run

away from the captivating hole
hidden underneath that potential ecstasy
yet what price did i have to pay
in order to dwell within those walls of hypocrisy

so that i may find a meaning
of something that was already meant
to be my own way of mumbling
a melody that's was mine to spend