邱颜的个人空间

Listen,
Doom is near...

With moaning of the purring cat
In this morning as fresh as daisy
Cowing petals of sunflowers
Hiding myself in days of engulfed sadness,
All by myself!

I need a place to hide
To bury myself like a listless farmer
Six feet under!

Handsome helping of cream
I pour onto my face
Smitten by the foolish crown
Is a reflection of a silly fool.

Coldness I dread
My heart made of melting berg
Shrouded by green envy
I couldn't set my mind to accept a failure I am
To keep a pure heart of joyous acceptance

sigh, doom is near...
in cyclic... in cyclic... in cyclic... ever...