In the night with cursed angels around, I was fail to wrestle against their finger tip. All the stars at night are all about you while I am beat down on ground as they always do. With the demons and nightmares, there is light still bright in my mind. At the time it is blinded by color of dark, i can only see sun with my eyelids closed, til the embracing of the turelight, the rigid and real one, the believed and tangible one..
I am sorry for everything, for myself and you. I stood tight with everything aside me and you. Just you and me, mean more than everything. Collapsing of the stars night could not cloak the you but bury myself. With my one hand left on ground and I would be touching with you for one last time. With all the things underneath the dust and mud, whatever it is dirt and shame, I hope there is still the soul you would like to know..