Core of Exhaustion کے بول

the exile of my breathing delineates the coma of my delight crestfallen miss my trust deathshed impious kiss, an exhaust fainting trembling my spirit spit smiling in spite of ourselves goner, i feel, i am gone fountain of sorrow pills deaden the agony but alive how could i still feel if one day i had felt i can't remember i don't care, i never cared i'm the core dead core on the core of exhaustion tired soul