the thing is
there is always be a thing that creep me at night
creep you i guess
it is different
it is very different
not a nice guy i am
not even a guy
not even a girl
not even a thing
a shadow
a memory
a sadness
a sorrow
pain
hell
dystopia
at the time like this,
when i am unstable at some point
because there is a thing trigger me
a sound of bone cracking seem nice
the sound of asphalt meet a body have a beautiful melody
the wet of a blood, or a single splat to my shirt and face
teeth cracking
the sound of my 'old friend' breaking the wind and land on your face
how people gasping for air
how they beg
their punches
their meaningless breath
the thing is
a great man have a sorrow history
and a man with sadness just a guy who seek something important like attention
and have you askes yourself why clown have a red painted smile?
i do and i understand
Jumat, 29 April 2016
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