Scars of A Slaved Idler
Randomness - Poem. That made on my holidays. I hate things went on my holiday. Especially for those which FAILED, not be caused by Me. But Destiny has chosen a path that almost I can't bear.
And for those who have turned Me as their slave, be ready that your future might not change and always dim. Have you known that what you do just might kill all my dreams and hopes on this holidays ?
Suffers which can't be recuperated
Perennial and undying pain
Sorrow, relentless, yet frightening
Suffocate anything in its way
Dead and daft
Foul also poisoning
Demanding vehemence of hatred and regret
Intend to victimize souls
Curse of eternity
Impart fear and destruction
Loses yet fails
Fallen, lacerated, tumbled down
Bones or skulls
Bloods or skins
Demolished so shattered to pieces
Leave nothing but dust