By: Aris
Susanto
Your
lofty tower trap me on your spider web
Your
epigraph, you will love me until our dead
Sail
through our sorrow, killing me softly on my hut
Outside
jail for my soul and create beautiful strange hut.
My
roam had begun a long quite desert
Their
goal and my own, mybe it's called “little bstard”
My
bloods streaming and screaming your name
I
was stoned there but you never come
Should I change my self to be them?
May
be with my golden hair or
May
be with my diamond eyes or
May
be with my silver legs or
May
be with all God damb my riches!
Could I get your love, Can’t I?
So
many years, I was loaded with this miss
Lonely,
sadic, surrending is my burdn list
Broken
me into tittle of pieces. And......
Only
you who can amass me, with only your one kiss
