I would dwell inside of this tortured grieve..
Inside of the solitary walls..
There is no bound for horror,
No room for mercy...
My eyes can't be taken off without drop of tears..
Someone who grow in the seek of love might end up with hatred..
While hatred might be nourished by some loves..
Eyes doesn't have to see the string that bind our lives..
Let the hearts feel the bond that strip to our conscieness..
That thighs of burden of the whole world doesn't seem fated to be stuck on your head and shoulders alone my dear..
It's ours to begin with..
As what made us, humanity..