2003-05-30 @ 9:01 a.m.

permanent mood:

Wake up to see
To see what
The closed eyes still closing
The whisper
Hurting round and round upon one piece of heart
The hatred
The hatred burned
Things all around vanished
There would be nothing lost
For one

Not known from when the anxiety
The determine to death hang still
By what way unknown
For the integral heart wounded
The words unspoken
For the hell flame burning in the dreams
I enjoyed
What color
What desire
What intension could destroy the will to injure
For there's no one
For there's always pain

I know by the time another winter comes
I shan't recover
The winter storm is better to heal
The ice-cold blood drops won't freeze
They flow
Persuade a thousand times to believe
Only to penance
Who will I?
I regain the things lost
And lost the regained
What will be?

Whirling and whirling down
Blown and blown up
I bent and stretch and sneer and say
Get me punished and let me go