the cutting wrists let the blood flew
and howling is just the art of noise
What the thrilled fun is the Angel
whispering? About love, moan
and distinction the devils are crying
of?
to bring the disaster and erruption,
catastrophes, pains and interruption,
the stream of love what humans
are searching for longThe forgotten memories are back then,
when the dusk covered the earth
with flooded red-blood, hot
2 comments:
Waduhhh...
October 11, 2009 at 7:08 PMNgeri kalau sampai bumi ini terselimuti debu bergelimang darah merah.
Tapi emang begitu bumi kita sekarang ini ya....
Moga esok Mentari kan bersinar.
Yep. Global warming, perang saudara dimana-mana, krisi moneter yang berlarut-larut, ke-apatisan manusia terhadap alam.
October 12, 2009 at 8:35 AMWe musn't just wish. We must act >:D
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