jueves, 2 de junio de 2011

Feel weak

I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary dream...

The dark demons that lived in my dreams escaped to reality and reality became nightmare. Then tears blurred my vision and I could not be able to dream again.


...Shut my mouth and strike the demons

Mom prays for my soul and I pray for 'our' souls (this is another story)...