The Chaosing Silent (Vol.4) Poem by Az' Versifier

Deep in my heart there is something,
Which often makes me realize,
Little exciting and little disturbing,
Which often waters my eyes,

When it begins to advance in the spirit,
I feel alone and fairy sick,
Realization of missing someone,
Throughout the present days of my life's turn.

It's not gloom but the happiness' gloom,
These days are like my life's doom,
What I know it is nothing,
My heart becomes almost a died thing.

There is nothing inside the body,
As silent as a deserted valley,
This silent in my heart chaoses enough,
Sough on my dry heart's surfaces with a wetty touch.

"I need a hand and a true love"-
Is spoken by my heart, much.
Which I cannot express in this sad tone,
The chaosing silent is a thing like such.