The world turns as I turn to ashes,
Never knowing love.
The pain comes in masses,
As my body is reached from up above.
The world turns,
But I don't care.
The pain returns,
And I'm its heir.
Every morning should be a blessing,
I need to die.
The world is depressing,
As every day goes by.
I die
A slow, painful death.
I wave goodbye
And breath less
And less.
Death is my life now.
I bless
The flow.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Short Stories
Cerita PendekHere are just little drabbles that I have written! I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles, I had fun writing them. It currently has 20 parts (First few have titles, the other don't). May be more that's written who knows? WARNING: There is mention...
