AWAY FROM WARMTH

 Into the wild heart of mine, resides some foreign lost towns  

Overgrown with 'egoistic' weeds,          

blocking the warmth of feelings to reach the surface of peace. 

There resides vultures, hunting down for prey;      

 looking for major or minor and killing it other way.                                                                                   

 I haven't any other way to stop, the losing with destruction that wasn't worth.      

 I walked away from the warmth first; now neither the cold affects me much. 

 I am numb from the surface itself catch me, hold me tight from getting lost :   

 I want to try some other way,

Before residing in this foreign lost town;                                                                                  

But couldn't see it at all now that the vultures are killing them down.                  

 I want to fall for the warmth again before going too deep with numb.