“If only you could see you're the only girl I've ever dreamed of.”
Believing someone we love has died feels like biggest ecstatic runs away and never come again.
“Should I apologize to such pathetic eyes? Just the sight of you has made me safe tonight. It was your poison kiss that turned me into this. Then again there is a chance you could be right.”
He doesn’t even believe the permanent fate has been given to her. He imagines if his love were still by his side.
“Darling, will you please take a walk with me?We can count the stars that disappear. I wish you could see you're the only girl I've ever dreamed of. Are you satisfied?”
Heartbroken and terrified, he buried her in his basement and flees away to face his real life. But, he is wondering why and why.
“What fate has led me here? Oh please forgive me dear. I don't know if I could survive on my own. I could have married you, instead I buried you. Now we'll see if I could fall asleep alone.”
“Darling, will you please take a walk with me?We can count the stars that disappear. I wish you could see you're the only girl I've ever dreamed of. Are you satisfied?”
The true nightmare has been coming. Desperate and hopeless really stabbed and feels like worst dagger.
“The nightmare's coming tru. (Are you satisfied?)Girl it's only you(Are you satisfied?)I'm telling you the truth(Are you satisfied?)”
“I wish you could se. You're the only girl, I've ever dreamed of”
“Darling, will you please take a walk with me?We can count the stars that disappear.I wish you could see you're the only girl I've ever dreamed of.Are you satisfied?Are you satisfied?”
The depth of a man's soul can not be measured in a matter of meters and fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only qualified by approximating to heaven and hell. I was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting into scenes of the sounds of laughter and drunken people playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat. I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.
Sounds like pauper’s whine. Should we play around merriment sound which has been found when we feel deepest condolence?
A LUNATIC’S LAMENT
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