Black is my favourite colour,
the colour of darkness,
the colour of death,
and the colour of my heart.
The heart wants what the heart want,
once shatter it need time to heal,
once bleed it need time to stop,
once died, say good bye......
Life is like a blade,
struggling is like sharpening it,
the more we struggle the sharper it is,
if we run away the blade will be dull.
A warring world,
filled with hatred,
filled with despair,
well, as they said ignorance is bliss.....
