The promise which i made, to myself. is becoming a lie, a concrete soul. when i look up in the sky, i see it's turning grey. the clouds are falling down, just because of their weight. when i look up in my eyes, they are reflecting burning flames caused by the heat inside, boiled blood flows through my veins once i believed in the spirit in me. now the weakness is all i can see the devils thought flying away from my mind turmoil, trying to find it's way. will i ever come back, can i carry the guilt now i'm falling into the depths of hate . am i liar