I The Hard Part
~ be a good friend

II The Easy Part
~ write what you feel

And that night, the wind
in the weeping willow
whispered the melancholy
song of how the blue-eyed
girl was gone...

The black cat
cried out loud
to the moon from
a place where she
couldn't be seen.
But from the sound
of the lonesome melody
i knew that autumn was here.
I never imagined that
death could be beautiful
untill i saw the falling leaves.
Red,golden,brown.
And I started to fall while
the crickets were singing
on the gentle breeze.
Months have passed.
I can't remember the
last time when i got lost
in my own thoughts,
staring at the old wooden
clock as the hands stroke midnight.
I feel like a bird locked
in an iron cage, desperate
for the freedom the sky offered,
although there was the
blue vast underneath.
Those who harbor their dreams
to be alone must have forgotten
how it's like to be lonely.
The air outside was poisonous
and not many gems
were sprinkled.
But the night sky does not
possess all the stars.
Some of them simply
belong to the sea.

All the white
roses sparkled
under the sun
but among them
there was a flower
different
from the rest.
The black rose.
Not only by the
colour of
it's petals, but
also by it's
aspirations.
Growing towards
the light
of heaven even
though it
knew that it was
planted in
the soil of hell

In the land where demons live
i am an angel but not perfect.
Making a bouquet with
flowers of evil.
I am ashamed.
Far from the pearl white
symbolizing the pure
and the innocent.
I don't deserve this.
So please, take out my filthy soul,
drip it on my wings, to become black as night,
my old friend, my new shelter