"An artist is nothing without the gift....but the gift is nothing without work - Emile Zola"

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Oblivion

I am here but you can’t see
What my heart is pleading thee
My hope..my bliss... my love had flee
To err is human but not to me.

I can feel my chest exploding
The pain...the hurt... and it’s not ceasing
It left me numb and almost lifeless
A merciful death is an act of kindness.


The darkest nights has been my ally
The sound of weeping became my melody
My heart was crashed before my eyes
The moment you left without saying goodbye.