scattered notes from my diary
mood: nostalgic

As the butterfly screams throught the midst of the night
The clattering sound of the black horse riding knight
Afraid , i dont know where to run
Hope its my dream , but am supposed to have none
This insomnia that clinges my body
Those sleepy nights when i cant control my mind
So i look at my pulsating veins with an unstoppable desire to cut it...........