精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
I cry, and cry, for searching a soul so imcomplete. The soul so obsolete The soul so flat and insipid And my lonesome journey never end I force myself and put my head under the water Chop my eyes, blind my senses to love someone I dislike. No clicking, nor resonance, only obligations. The torture, the agony, the pain, oh pain, pain, pain! The pain flows deeper than being in solitude. Expecting me to be the false elite I just want to tap you and delete! My senses are twisted because of the torture of beauty. My nature shrinked, hided, whined And I would be more than glad if you could end me, this lonely life. If you don't know what is love, try to love someone whom you HATE. And you'll know what life is like. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 123.193.24.253
celestial09:我好想罵髒話 =.= 123.193.24.253 04/08 20:24
celestial09:但也只能把它藝術化 ~_~ 123.193.24.253 04/08 20:25