Friday, April 08, 2005
Two o'clock in the morning, my mind is filled with a thousand thoughts of you. Here I am, seeking refuge and comfort in the dark, pondering what's tearing me apart right now. Love have made me done wonderful and incredible things for you. But from your eyes I've seen appreciation, none. What you see me as, I don't know. Love brings Joy. But from Joy, derives Pain. There're things you made me feel like a winner. Though there're times others made me feel like a sinner. Those moments of joy but folly, were all presented to me as night draws by. How I wish there's someone or something whom can leads me out from this dark place.

It's dark in here...


It's cold in here...