disregarded divine madness No romantic gestures; No amorous expressions, Cold eyes Icy soul Why is it that Your lips spills out Those three words, only lovers use, and your heart seems to ignore its pure meaning? Is it true to you? For my heart doesn’t taste it. Is it no pain to you? For my heart strongly feels it. The thorns of hatred pricked me… from the rose YOU gave me, a deceitful rose, a silent rose. Suddenly, you realize my misery Yet you see not its extreme. But too late are you For I’m far from you, too distant to see. Out of my volatile depression, I realize what the true burden is. 040121 ... hayienah with the wave of a hand, your existence ends. 040122 what's it to you? who go blather from