Vanishing

I wish my soul could vanish in thin air
I’m standing ill, soaked in fear
Trying to catch my breath
In middle of nowhere
Only if I could remove my chapter
From the book of unholy times
Become a forgotten tale
And never be asked again
But even ghosts are discussed in this town
And passed on to the coming generations
Then how come my existence ever be unseen
Though no one cares in the Eskimo’s land
But the worries are left to infinity
They are cold but they’ll keep your wounds warm
Will leave you in a thoughtful storm
I wish I could burry my worries
“Vanishing soul” is a myth
Created by a head’s child
One could always dream of it
But it’ll never come to meet the world of yours
You’ll be left waiting with silence on your doors