Busy footsteps throughout the hall
Blank stares bounces off the wall
Red lights flicker, bright after dim
Nervous shivers perished
all the vim.
In my green garment, full of sweat
Trying my very best not to regret
With a scalpel at hand, shaking
My heart melted in sadness—aching.
Pulse weaken, beating came to a halt
Suffering in a corner and accepted my fault
How did this happen? I surely did my best
I let my only son made his early rest.
1 comments:
Aaaarghhh! Ian Alvaro! haha
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