Kurt Jaden

There you go again. Come on. Judge me to the fullest if you want. I'm guessing you might not know the meaning of PERFECTION still.

A four-day friend,
          
          
          four days of finding the blurry light.
          
          
          And that supposed to be contentment turned out to be a dead star... again.

I repeat, I never had the open door of heaven. 'Cause in the first place I was already a servant of whiteness 

Realization.
          
          I thought it was burnt down with those diamond papers when they finally turned into ashes. Just by hearing the blury of our song's melody could even turn every rotten spills into as impertinent as ever. 

Bright light. That's why you could never see those little things. Fame. That's what the greedy always see instead of the great ones.

Understained. Why do dyes could turn others into colors but black? Underestimation occurs alot.

"Who can make my heart beat when it is already broken?"She asked, crying in pain.
          
          
          
          "Yourself. Everything in life is voluntary. You just don't know how to trust." I replied so cold that I even heard no voice from my mouth but words.
          
          
          
          I left her and the rain started to pour. I can hear her sob in my mind. Oh how much I desire to run and cover her. How much I desire to kiss her and let her feel my safeness. How much I wanted to tell her
          
          
          
          "I do. I can make that heart beat again." But only time could heal. Only time can make me say that once more. 'Cause I deeply know, two different broken wings can never fly again. 

When everything went black, I see you walking by. And I finally see the color of lust.
          
          Such wide separation between us made me realize it was not what I saw. But it was truly what I feel though this heart was not already beating. And that is love.

Thrown out and lips are dripping. Atleast, there's a big difference of being punched by fists and being punched by your lips.

Those hollows aren't dark. That's where I've grown up. Don't you ever annoy me of those mocks you're not sure of. Or you'll know how a devil fights.