Saturday, January 07, 2017

Worst Inflame



(T_T)

Feeling so down
That no one knows,
Feeling so alone
That growing and glows,
Until senses be blown.

Right mind lose
That left only miseries,
Right turns gone
That wrecks memories,
Until self are oppose.

Bind by darkness
That difficult to escape,
Bind by worse
That evil gives shape,
Until things covers blindness.

Living to blame
That kills the mind,
Living wrong course
That ends right bind,
Until its worst inflame.

(T_T)

Jr.

(T_T)


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