Killing my tulips,
Tearing down like
A leaf shed off on a winter moon..
A song sang but in Ode
No epics released deep down my soul


Play me a song, with a guitar with no string
Type me a book, binds with sandusts
Could it hold? An rhetoric words I could form...

No sunny day I smile, all frozen faces
Could bow...
Hits me hard with my fate
I'm a lover cos ve felt hate...

A hard time to get my weakness,
getting them, gives me strength ...

A cup of coffee blended with no sugar
Yet with milk, creamy indeed.