2007年3月26日星期一

You are the thorn on my flesh, I FEEL
You are way too shameful, to SPEAK
You are always intoxicating the air, I BREATH
You are piercing the melody I, use to HEAR
You are a downright disgust, I SEE

The thorns burst my arteries and drained my life away
The devils devour me each time as I cried for help
The fresh-looking air suffocates me even more as I gasped for it
The amount of sarcasms and criticisms numbed me
The disdain never failed to kill me with the razor eyes.

I am displeased with your attitude,
I scorn at your actions and
I am right here filled with indignant.

what we could have been, 12:14 下午.