Thursday, October 27, 2011


Their most genuine and tragic thoughts,
Should be locked and kept away.
Of great perdition and damned loss,
Thinks your mind, the better days are over?

But you don't exist.
You can't decipher.

You speak when in pain,
Only because happiness has no words.
Recklessly they come pouring out,
Their pathetic sounds of empathy.

But you don't know.
You can't understand.

Sunshine and starts, fresh and free,
Pace now, look ahead, and ponder deeply.
How can you stop this, when will it end?
Change this course, make them at ease.

Enmity with emotions.