black title

the sorrow comes to get me,
tries to lead to the ways of free,
it is something that none of you can feel,
too much of tears between it,
too much of black covering it,
if only i could write on a full page to paste my grin..

i crawled i cried to find my destiny,
i fainted i lied to share the real of me,

i crawled i cried to find my destiny,
i fainted i lied to share the real of me,
but,
have your ever painted the feelings of accepting me....
though it's there,
yet,
too much of black covering it..


~in the room
11.15 pm
18 mac '10
blurrrr