Across this vast sea I am alone.
Unsafe on this creaking vessel I am with
My hopes are tied on my sail.
I am unsure -- in doubt.

The wind is cold.
I shiver, I suffer.
The bottom is shaking
Its trembling, terrifying.
Slowly it is coming.
It will crush me. Soon.
I can sense it, its here.

In any moment I will be gone.
I cant escape this chaos , it is near.
This is my judgement.
Goodbye my love,
its Cominzm'as'[k'lkasdaqqs

50 steps and I will knock
On your door I will mock
Please hurry I cant wait
Open it now and feel my hate.

Undress me as I devour you.
Slowly, gently feel every bit of me.
******* flesh and hear your scream.
Try to make me stop if you can.
But I wont. This is fun, I wont run.

We are near on our satisfaction.
Make it faster, lets go deeper.
Moan in pain, as I moan in pleasure.
Finally its here! Don't stop. I want more.

Wandering alone on this gloomy night,
I saw something distinct.
I was surprised that amidst the swelling of roses on the scenery,
There would be something that would suffice my night.
Despite of these blood colored flower that irritates my sight.
It looked dazzling.
I was happy upon seeing it.
The way its petals smiles at me,
Brings me a lot of emotion.
I was shaking with excitement, Like a child -- so carefree.

Some roses obstructed my view.
But its color was exceptional, simple yet the brightest of all.
I was glancing at it for a number of times.
I kept on staring at it.
For I know that this might not happen again.
And now I am near on the end of my stroll.
Nothing I can do, but to stare at you.
This is just fantasy, an Imagination , a thought.
But I am amazed how a sunflower like you
blossomed out on this cold night.
There was no sunlight.
There was only --
BEAUTY.

I was left unspoken.
I accept this tragic defeat in my regard.
The pain and agony you have vested upon me --
I will cherish it.
Everyday I will bleed.
I will grieve to what I lost
and suffer to my own
remorse.
Embracing my own selfishness
is the least that I could.
As I wander off and walk
through the path of endless shame you carved for me.
My love for you was relentless -- Intense.
But your cold heart
frozed the burning
flames of my heart.
You rejected my hand
And left me with a thin air to breath.
Slowly you watched me As I gasp for the tiniest hope that you left me.
The hope that Ill take,
for me to live and love
again.

"The tiniest ounce of hope that a man has would be the greatest source of his strength -- and pain"

It’s clear to me that you love me no more.
But each time I hear raindrops from my roof, all of a sudden those memories that are supposed to be forgotten, echoes back through time -- enters my mind and remember how much you had done to keep me happy. All those words you've said,every kiss you gave and every risk we took.

All of it, I still can't forget it.
And when this rain stops, I’ll go back in silence again, lie down on this emptiness and wait for the next drop to come.
And again, I’ll remember every bit of you,
every second that I was with you.