Bitter Serenade

It’s a raining day

A prelude for a frozen heart

Stoic as it sees the world before

Care yet don’t care

All alone in this emptiness

Nothing to loose nothing to gain

Nevertheless it is an illusion

Such life for a mess

This lip will utter no praise

For the bearer always bitter

There is no end for the torture

Bitter soul bitter life

Wit``

03.19 pm Friday 16^th April 16, 2010