I made this last February 03, 2003. At this time I was just so fed up of my situation... i was hmm...16 years old... After reading this, everything that happen at that time sort of flashed in front of me. Then I thought, I am stronger now. Struggles are valuable.
Damn it!
Damn it! I know it's too good to be true.
Trapped like a rat in a dungeon,
My world is so dark and cold.
Should I? Or should I not?
Damn it! I don't know what to do.
May the hell of curse come over my soft heart.
Take over it and rule over it.
Make it stone and immortal,
Make it cruel and hard.
I can't help it damn it.
I want to say goodbye to the soft-hearted & gentle me.
I want to be heartless and fierce!
I don't want emotion to ever pass by me.
I don't want to feel pity over the weakling men.
For they are worthless rouges!
Beasts that crawl from under the ground trained to slay everything in their path.
Slash it down with the sword of their heartless bodies.
Then burn their soul to hell.
Damn it! I hate me...
