Does loneliness means a painful sorrow?
Or it's only an ironic killing
By standing, waiting for my dearest death row,
Forgetting love as it deeply mingling.
Or should it fear the sweetest heart's downfall?
As the man I dearly love despise me,
Making me look down as I dash to the wall:
Wall of pure pain of my sweetest fury.
Get out! Be armed with all the painful swords.
Deeply slash everyone with my sharpest blade,
But your sweet tongue slashing my heart with words:
Words of retreat, my heart to be persuade.
I decided; just lock myself so deep,
Throw the key, too! I'm waiting death to peep.
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