Treasure Island

juahta sitepu

(december 12,1978 / bandar sakti north sumatra)

Dark


DARK


there will be a time
where everything will turn black
no light, no ray you see
just mind wondering in a flux of panic

you hear your breath panting
you will be scared to death by your own fear

your body is gone
and it feels like an endless horror
you'll cry out
but no one can hear you
no one can help you

there is no lane to walk
there is no enough space to move
there is nothing around
not even you

you are not actually here
you don't basically exist
because it is home of hopeless
nothing you can find about
because you are being in the dark

now... SCREAM!

Submitted: Monday, May 04, 2009
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