Posted by Endang S Priyatna (Curly) | Posted on Thursday, December 25, 2008 | Posted in Curly
One by one, everyone runs away. And here I am, decayed and dying at the corner of this deserted room.
Why should I stay? What keeps me here? Is there a little hope left here? They say,"there's a hope in every despair". "I have doubt in me; fear is consuming me", I reply. "Don't you know fear? fear that also drove you away, forsaking this cursed place" I say. "Why don't you stay too? Don't you say there's a hope in every despair?", I say again.
"because hope is for you, and life is for us" they say.
One by one, everyone runs away with their life. And here I am, decayed and dying at the corner of this deserted room, letting fear consume me.
Why should I stay? What keeps me here? Is there a little hope left here? They say,"there's a hope in every despair". "I have doubt in me; fear is consuming me", I reply. "Don't you know fear? fear that also drove you away, forsaking this cursed place" I say. "Why don't you stay too? Don't you say there's a hope in every despair?", I say again.
"because hope is for you, and life is for us" they say.
One by one, everyone runs away with their life. And here I am, decayed and dying at the corner of this deserted room, letting fear consume me.