Tuesday 9 August 2011

The Land of Hatred

Again, I walked alone along the corridor of your heart. 
I felt my feet touch the coldest land. 
I took a breath of poisoned air. 
I smelled something rotten like the worst betrayal. 
I picked a rose but it had turn blue.
I cried and black tear fells for the abandoned love.




*I just wanna say sorry. Please leave me. Let me knock the door of repentance.