Enilorac Regnumi

le mercredi 14 novembre 2007 00:04

A little poem by me...

These awful memories,

You won't get it off your mind,

They will be in your inside,

Till the end of your days,

And the only thing

You can look forward too,

Is the death; this only thing

Which can delever you.

You've managed to survive

For too long months,

You don't have anymore the strength

To continue and be alive.

You would certainly prefer

To be Enilorac Regnumi

But you can't escape your fate

And you must resign yourself, it's too late.