In this painful solitude of mine
In the dark I hear the wind hissing
In my mind the numerous thoughts I ponder
In this horrible heart, I find something missing
These horrible nightmares appear to me
As I walk in the pool of blood
I wish all these were the lies
Or bury my soul into deep mud
I, the terrible victim…
Yet, I possess the strength inside
When I have knocked the door of death
But reality pushed me to survive
Although this is the test from above
Says I failed, but my love is true
This love will accompany my faith
To travel as far to reach you!
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
InComPleTe DesTinY...
Labels:
Confession,
Confusion,
Disappointment,
Identity
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