2016-10-18 - 7:36 p.m.
It was the raindrops shooting down my face like bullets from the grey sky morning but that was alright At least they didn't stab me right through this heart Then there's this good old grief banging on my door like a growing addiction, begging for more pushing me to run for cover I thought I'd kicked it out before Is that a demon's laughter? I've never heard it that harsh Still, I remain a lone warrior telling them to hush Be quiet My head's already filled with riot that I choose to ignore the cold even with only the wind to hold They say angels come down with the rain hearing every prayer, sending them back up again so they could address The Almighty Creator Very well, then As usual, it is always up to him when to take away all the pain... R. (Jakarta,12/10/2016 - 9:30 pm)
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