The Boundaries

There're are many things I need to talk with you, 

but none of them seems to fit quite well.

About your sences, life and pain you have, 

so you don't need to be alone in hell.

I want to figure out the ways, to move out from the boundaries,

which are closer than you expect, closer than my body is.

Is it wrong or is it right, to feel the magic in between.

Who cares, who kowns whenever I have seen,

the beauty and the fear, I need to trust waive,

before I close the cave

There're many things I need to talk with you, 

but every part seems to stuck.

I want to talk, I could not scream, 

there's something in between you and me.

I want to figure out the ways, 

to move out from the boundaries,

which are closer than you expect, 

closer than my body is.