Unholy words

Time passed, your ashes were taken by the wind
The book is missing the eyes of a reader
The words written in your actions
Should not be followed
You're my book, with bad words written
All over you

You're the history of countless disillusions
(So well camouflaged, they were my dreams)
Those words worked like a mirror
It was me being used to fuel them to life

I wrote you with blood
From hurt, wounded, felt feelings
You are back to remember my failures

I wish I could get into your eyes
And wake up into the outside
To get out from myself
(Are there worlds besides my own?)

Open your eyes to the dawn,
You are dead
Your words have ordinary meanings
Just like them all

You're ordinary like people
Yet so different from me
Those poisoned values made you a thought of who to be

Such bright values are followed
Because of what people want but not because of what they feel

Unholy words
Like you and me
Shall be written on everybody's heads
But never in paper...