UNTITLED.

Can I still dream
In a world full of sin?
My heart is dusted off,
I think I can hardly breath.


Broken into pieces
How can I mend?
Destiny is useless,
Everything will end.


I want to have a go into the moonlight,
Where all those shadows flicker in the night


I cry, I fall,
I'm asking why you can't return my call...
I want to fly,
To bring you to the sky before I die...


(Something I wrote years ago. 3rd year highschool-ish. 
I can't remember what I felt while writing this, though. Haha.)