Looking out of the windows,
its pitch dark,
no quacks from any ducks
like how it had been in the day.
its so unlike the day
now that im alone.
1.54....1.55....1.56...the minutes pass by...
i just cant get to sleep
till this justice has been fufilled....

That day...
I heard the laughter
I smelt the flowers
I saw the love
I touched the friendship
I felt the joy...
Yet...the taste of tears is distinct at the back of my throat

I dont want to care..i dont want to give a shit, but i still yearn to injure myself on that rose...of...pain..

this sucks...

Im alone...all Icould do is be your p.a.l.....