I was left in the wilderness of my thoughts, thoughts of my mischievous mind that dreaming it sake. Thoughts that could kill my sanity and the feelings that preserving me in the line of mankind. I never knew if it is a fear, enemy or end, it's just giving emptiness for a long years. Maybe what i may not know are the things that i am searching for and even the December isn't the same anymore, i could feel that there is no warm in my soul. Only thoughts that killing me everytime are the proof that i am still alive. I can't help my self to be seen by help, I am beautifully blinded.
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craving for pain
PoetryMaybe no matter how far away my heart in your arms i still couldn't forget those igniting lies you did. Those days that tortured my tormented souls are the days that you made my life useless to be seen by another morning. How could this be tha...
