Somebody
says death is a way to relieve the pain residing in one's
heart.
I
don't wanna post a tag to it to signify it's wrong or
right. I ain't a law-maker and never wanna be.
I've never
sung aloud in the dusk or dawn. People on their way work form a
line which cross my body. It contorts my throat and
my voice and it hurts my eyes. I'm dumbfounded.
Cry and yell mean nothing which I feel deeply. Though
they've rooted in my heart for a long ti