Why do I read the writing on the wall?

Life has a face of a morbid game.

You all won’t cry for my absence I know,

You forgot me long ago.

It feels like I’ve got nothing left, thus I crawl inside myself, hide these blue features.

So close to give it up.

And you all can blame me of anything, but a fact you can be sure of is that…

none shall comprehend what I’ve inside my damaged heart and perplexed mind,

for I myself cannot understand…

Still what I know as real I won’t explain.

I’m on the ledge of the 18th story.

There will be no mistaken, the levees are breaking…

Sunday, 02 March 2008

17:15:02