In My Hour Of Darkness
I’m compiling the list of people i want to wacked most in this entire darkened universe..
I’m creating my own safe cocoon to be my sanctuary just in case they decide to destroy my well-being…
I’m contemplating plans to move on from this god forsaken place while leaving a huge turmoil that makes their blood rushing to their heads…
I’m convincing my self that these sickened , damned people are only exist in my brain instead of roaming around in the world…
I’m composing myself so i don’t puke in front of their faces while they were acting like bunch of angels sent from above…
I’m trying so hard not to break anything they touch…
I’m dreaming of the real angel that vanished among the heavenly lights…
I’m erasing the memory in my brain about the vanishing angel who took half of my soul…
I’m reminiscing the reason why i should be here in the first place…
I’m rethinking about the blind dedication and constant blame from the muggles who shan’t live…
But no matter how much i revive my self, one thing is tattooed and pierced in the core of my soul…
I’m not forgiving them and I’m not forgetting them, not now…not then..
In My Hour Of Darkness…
