Darkterror.

Another nightmare.

all i saw was hatred, bitterness, anger, the loss of everything beautiful.

the cold and icy environment.

all i see are tears, if not rage on the looks of their faces.



Dear God, won't you lend me your shoulders just this once?

to hide under the shelter of your wings,

away from the terror of the night.

if it's ever impossible,

won't you send someone, a pair of shoulders you could borrow...