the chill from the wind do not bite me deep, but the loneliness do.
Between light and dark.
There is deep sadness.
So deep that you couldnt even have a tear falling slowly, gracefully touching your cheeks.
No.
Pure sadness.
Where a f law could even wipe the whole world in darkness.
In that room I sat, re-thinking what could have been done
What could have gone wrong
What could cause it
None. Nil.
The world would not spin anymore.
And I wept again and again. In that moment, you were hoping, always, that somebody in a shining armour would rescue you. No. None. Nil.
You were hoping for death to come and swept you away in the darkness.
Thats your ultimatum for the aggression of sadness within.
