Why do all routes bound to have a dead end?
Why does day have to turn into night?
Why do beautiful clouds have to turn into rain?
Why do roses wilter in the end?
Wiltered roses scattering all over the path,
blood stained all over it,
I'm walking on an endless heartless isle.
Valentines day, roses.
In the end, we step on them.
Who cares about them anymore?
Once cared dogs,
Now strayed,
Who cares about them anymore?
Barking to the moon,
Crying outside,
Dying inside,
who cares about them anymore?
Why do all good things come to an end?
Walking on the heartless endless isle,
Is there any reason to continue?
For what reason should we walk?
To see more good things ending?
More crying?
Or to see more dying?
Loneliness crept in.
Random post, writing without thinking.
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