White dust is running into my eyes
And I snap the door,
Leave behind into dark
And push me down into deep river sites,
And the ego was turning into sharp edges,
Asking why I'm still pointless ?
And when the rain drops comes out
Shows a little beats of drops,
I try to stop but I can't leave this moment,
And it was gray, dreary day and unseen situations like scattered glass of wine?
Because I feel I'm drunk?
Raindrop force down on the same ground every seconds feel a miserly to shame ?
I thought I'm going back into sharp edges and feel the pain as I can?
I don't know if I'm wrong for this Things?
Because I 'am a prisoner of my madness !
I can't back
And I can't spell it out
What phrases that I had to realize before ?
anguish was still on my heart even I try to speak out!
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156 DAY ? - HORIZON
Non-Fiction156 DAYS? ( Part 1 ) Have you everbeen asking a questions? Or doubt on your whole life ? PREFACE: Nez suffered on his life when his family lie to him, sometimes he tries to kill his self to end whatever he takes... nez can be better? or he still...
