05.06.04

How silly can the heart be..
in love with her own foe.

Such agony beseech thee[!],
for it has nowhere else to go.

Her veins may take on pressure,
her part may take on pride,

Though it has not recovered from
the pain and hurt inside.

The ugliness grows stronger
The feelings, mighty seed..[!]

She's one who's never been said thank you
for one single deed.

The light is dimming darker,
the blinds and curtains down,

she screams for some sort of answer,
but the answer has no sound...