I've been sick out of this,
Loosing blood, loosing my sight,
This feeling is out of hand
Loosing everything I has,

I'm a warrior; fighting for this
Even tho I'm really tired
But the mere fact that they're waiting
Those sweet smiles I have,
Those jolly personality they see in me
I can't take any possibilities I'll be gone..

One of the reason why I'm still here

And the knight who shines among the rest,
In the existence of loosing up;
Just one smile, Just one kiss,
I'm gladly to surrender everything
In the rose that full of thorns;
The blue venomous one is I keep reaching,
Hoping it will heal me inside,
Risking everything,

The life, the Love,
A warrior who keeps fighting,
Hoping to seek serendipity in hand

Life* is not merely a series of  accidents or coincidence,
But rather,
its a tapestry of events that culminates in an exquisite, sublime  plan.

-*Anonymous

A poor roman whose blood spilled,
Far from the homeland of patrician
Is how I feel currently.

As wounded as I currently am
By the grins little devils address to me
I chant glories of my torturers as they ax me down

What are they going to do with my bones. Would they sport it as jewelry,  closer to their hearts?
What are they going to do with my flesh? Have a relish on it?

What if I was destined to be a prey, not even taking a glimpse of your love by any other mean than pain...

Can I still envision it as some sort of gain, with it being the price of my very life
And so, my very dignity, or I shall say the remnants of it, are defunct along with me

Her
"I want to be with you, maybe not forever but at least a little bit longer than never"
Him
"Then stay with me, cause you're all I want, stay with me, and lets be together for a long time"

We're scared to get close to anyone
Because anyone who promised to stay,

Sometimes
Turned their backs and *walk away