Saturday, June 23, 2007
Everything was pitch black in here,
With no where to go,
with no light to follow.
I been tired of living.
With no reason of living,
with no place of belonging.
I'm heading towards
the sound of the wave,
where dark black wave
flowing through the sea,
Somehow i feel content in here,
With no one beside me,
with no trouble to bear.
I continue walking towards
the wave of darkness,
As if it was welcoming me
to continue to proceed.
Only through here i can feel content.
I will soon be gone from here,
Where no people will feel sad for me.
This is the only place,
That i will rest in peace.
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