My dear friend,
You want to leave me again
Alone in this tale
Just with saying farewell.
I’m used to it now,
Used to drink my tea alone.

Forever,
I will remember
All your nightmares

Candles all over the place
I lay on my bed,
And wait.
It’s nearly twelve at night.
So dark…
Only candles show the light.
My heart is troubling,
With a little bit of fear.

It’s already late at night
But still I can’t clothe my eyes
I’m trapped in my own mind.
I’m thinking ‘bout the future
And the past that follows behind

Oh,
What a mess...
Is it true
That you think
I’m blessed?
Well,
Think again
My dear friend.
It might not be as blessing
As it seem.
In fact,
Quite a hell
I made myself go through,

It’s so easy
To make someone cry!
It’s so easy
To make someone want to die!
But why?
Why should I built,
A tower for myself,
With no doors to unlock?
If you’re the one,

Well good evening dear Love
Hope I’m not taking too much time of yours
It’s curiosity that made me write to you.
So dear Love
Here’s the question number one

Finally,
Finally I know
Who my puppet master is!
And now, I can live my life as I have dreamed
Or shell I give my laces to someone else?

The truth is it frightens me…
All those years,

As a poet,
What should I say?
How many lines
Should I make?
Death or life should I extol,
Or same old love,
Whom everyone adore?
And than,
How can I know,

Sorrowful silence,
And this bitter place
Has made my soul
to become my disgrace.
I'm crying blood
and praying my fate.
Or else fearful silence
will take me away...