Today, I felt happy.
FeLt. Was. Had... Haiz...

I thought...

And I really did...

Haiz.. Hmmm.. Ok.. forget it bah, I'm tired today. Drained.

Haiz.. No more no more.




Sickness laid on the bed,
Pure and white,
A dead dove's head.

It lifts the knife,
Slice. Slice. Slice.
To mend that cut, the broken heart.

Should it be near, let Death come here.
No more. No more.