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Mercury Chap Dec 2014
There are many strangers who came in my life
I don't know their name,
I don't know how they look like.
They are just blur faces
But their words are like graces.

I sometimes wonder how they look
I sometimes think of them
As characters in a book.

They are the ones
who take off my mind
from the depressing course of my life.

It isn't bad to know strangers,
As they say,
"Strangers are people you shouldn't trust
Don't talk to them or else you'll become become a prey."

Strangers can be good,
Strangers can be bad,
You want to be happy?
You talk to strangers
To make your life less sad.
I know there are many people who think that talking to strangers can be really dangerous. I am not saying I don't think like that but there are some people you know you can trust and strangers are the ones, no matter how bad they are in real life, who give you hope that you can be someone in your life. I know that most of the crimes are committed by strangers but people should know that they shouldn't reveal everything about themselves to others. I know this is a really controversial topic because of the crimes and all but not all strangers are bad. That's what I think. You are free to oppose me.
Mercury Chap Dec 2014
What is the world we live in?
Who are the people we forgivin?
Time slips with the sand and for me
Nights are days and days are nights
Shimmered through pain
And showing us lights.

Who should I follow?
The people or God?
Will I fall in love
With that person or not?
I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow

My dreams are ripped,
Not because of pain
The people who live,
Drive me insane.
They don't want to give
Others a happy reign
So I follow the path which leads me to rain.

I cry, I cry
But nobody knows
Because the raindrops hide
The tears I show.

I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow.

Who are THEY we refer to?
Why do we do
The things THEY want us to do?
We are here finding "The Great Perhaps"
But do we know what our world has?
My feet are bare and the stones,
They *****
The blood that flows
Makes me more sick
But I made a mark to where I go
So that there are people who are there to show
The path that I have always followed
Which leads me to where,
I don't know

The drops of heaven smear my blood
My inner colour paints red on the mud
My life has not ended,
I have some hopes
For the life I was lended,
So I could climb up some ropes
I won't lead the way,
But my life would
I won't let myself to be swallowed.

I lost my tracks but there are more to follow,
I think I should go to the shady hollow.

— The End —