My Sense
The sensitivity of myself is killing me.
I have looked
I have observed
I have tried to stay away
Only
An image has not many smiles
An image as stony as a wall
An image of a collapsing man
An image of his loneliness
An image of him against the entire universe
It
Conquered my thought
Conquered my soul
Conquered my heart.
It is the sensitiveness that killing me to want you.