Riding the Wave

Whoever said that "if you love someone let them go" must have been a cold hearted bastard.

Hiatus

To have gone this far, only to be stopped,

is always an angry thing to have faced.

The amount of work put into it, has only liven up the desire to hurt.

To wear this mask and hold this gun,

is to be dead.

But we hope in time this would be in the past,

reminding to build the future.

Solitude

This is the start of my great depression.

Ladies and gentlemen,

ready your ropes.

We need it tighter this time.

Picking up the pieces

Maybe it is time to organize the words in my mind to form some proper paragraphs, or at the very least a sentence.

So, there you go.

Damn.