When the day will come,
I promise, I will meet
The statues will feel,
Culprits will kneel
The day may come bringing,
The promise to the being
And then I promise we’ll meet,
The Doomsday I feel,
The Doomsday I feel.
Knowledge of transcendence,
Not the freedom being killed.
The day it will be,
And I promise we’ll meet.
The Doomsday I feel,
The Doomsday I feel
Love will fly off,
The earth to heaven.
The night will feel love,
Back into the affair of ocean.
The pride may cry,
The souls may fly.
And then I promise, we’ll meet
The Doomsday, I feel
The Doomsday, I feel.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
the doors of my home, opened wide
creek the sound made me awake arise
silence,
she entered with a knife.
"when will you be mine?"
her soul rejoiced
"when i ask?"
then i did replied
"the day would be green,
they way would be clean
your heart will cry
and my soul will die"
then suddenly i had a shake
waking up the bad dream i said
found my door closed taking a breath in disguise
then
the doors of my home opened a wide,
creek the sound made me awake arise
silence
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
no reasons, i have
why do I write,
who cares
nobody to read
no reasons i had
STILL i am back ,
I WRITE TO SUPPRESS MY CRY
I WRITE TO SUPPRESS MY CRY
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC