I always wonder,
how much
poisonous secrets can i ever drink in the corner.
No one ask me to
greet the evils,
Yet I aware the
deed will turn me a devil.
Forgive my wild
intuition,
But the box
might lead to real liberation.
Every word she had ever wrote,
I tried hard to keep my heart
staying afloat.
Until my mind stopped me from being
too drunk,
And every pen stroke has drowned my
lung.
Until i realized
this was no longer a Pandora's box,
Yet it turned me to a real Pandora's box.
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