Mood: ?Listening To: ?Darkness; soar across the skies!
Block the light that shines in brightly.
Darkness; leave no sun shine!
Let me be entrapped in this condition lonely.
I open my eyes, and I see no paths.
Walking along on this land, with an empty soul.
Now, there are no more voices that haunt in my head.
Somehow, I can taste a rusted blade.
The stench of the future, gives me a warning.
That is, to ride on a series of dark episodes, which is coming.
Like others, wishing I could live on a prayer,
Before I do so, I need to get rid of this merged traitor.
The month of joy, has come to an end.
Let my senses be wrong, where my depression is at hand.
I sense something evil, coming closer and closer.
O come, open my eyes, dreadful October.
pukitiang 