The sun is setting,
The painted sky,
All I see is black lighting,
Which makes me cry.
The silence that kills,
My heart collides,
The fire drills,
All those painful rides.
The drips and drops,
Like on a rainy night,
A rabbit hops,
I see no light.
Dreading myself,
In endless sorrow,
In mindless shelfs,
The screaming crow.
And now it's the end,
Of this painful book,
Memories end,
My heart shook.
... I feel hopeless ...
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
The sun is setting,
The painted sky,
All I see is black lighting,
Which makes me cry.
The silence that kills,
My heart collides,
The fire drills,
All those painful rides.
The drips and drops,
Like on a rainy night,
A rabbit hops,
I see no light.
Dreading myself,
In endless sorrow,
In mindless shelfs,
The screaming crow.
And now it's the end,
Of this painful book,
Memories end,
My heart shook.
... I feel hopeless ...
