Wednesday, September 14, 2005 . 1:05 AM
bitter memories came stopping by.
fucking people i'm a fucking guy,
who dug 5 inches deeper to hide my tears and sighs.
breathing hard hoping to relieve,
secretly working in mischief.
gripping firmly to last bits of that tiny thread,
still thinking of, not stopping till i'm mad.
if i ever break down in my pool of blood and tears,
i suffered not a defeat but a lost.
struggling up i would not fear,
for death is with me, his only wish is me.