All The Morning's Stress !

Say !
say something ! the noon is so near,
I should go and nobody will feel this fear.
nobody will be here, you will be alone,
and i hope my body doesn't decide to let my soul go.

will it revenge ? I hope not.
will it break all the promises,
i hope not.

Amen !

Your Reincarnation

i sit behind my desk,
with a pencil and a paper in my hand.
i shocked about a new story,
about a new event,
that came to my home.
every story has a hero,
or heroine.
and this story has no hero,
and of course a heroine.
this tale, is true, or maybe not...
but in the absence of all heros,
a shadow lives in darkness.
nobody knows him,
everyone desires to unmask his face.
but he grips it so tight.

angels never send any message from you,
all the ways to his home are dead-end.
how can i draw your face ?

all the brightest things left, and nothing remains,
more mysterious men will come to my way.