Stones in the river

Riding a night bus with classic songs,

I've reached under the river. (Again)

Sick for being obedient,

My hostility (zombie) is reaping me . . .

Rather pleading,

I would let myself bleed to death.

CONSOLATION, abstract noun I hate the most!

Ready to give,

But sick to seek.

They screamed,

Of course use substituted word, "REALISTIC"

I choke with my own destiny . . . . .

Am I the person who dreamed too far?

Just let everything keeps in my DIARY.

If I don't believe in ghost story,

I would rather live alone.

If I don't believe in the fate,

I would rather leave my hope.

If I don't believe in . . . . .

I thought . . .

I've just wanted the things that I couldn't get.

This and these and many many more . . .

It's so pathetic for crying days,

For the hypocritical future ways . . .

Drowned!

I was just a stone (in the river . . . )

 

"B.S."