saya dan nikon bersama.kerinduan.
The depths of a man soul can not be measured in a manor of meters and fathoms,
but rather, it is in my opininon,
only quantified by his proximity to haven and hell.
It was in such a state I ushered myself passed the town tavern,
bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter and drunken piano playing,
Had it only been different night, a different place, a different kind of man
passing by the fresh,
The event that transpired at that point
would have undoubtedly been drastically different,
I can only guess if anyone outside that place had the clue when the exclamation
of mirth become the desperate scream of the helpless,
begging for their very lives.
A lunatic lament. Alesana.
Amalina.Nazri,