No perfect words for me to write,
Can't even see the wrong from right,
Dark clouds that cover the cold midnight.
Getting darker with just a bit of light.
No uttered words for me to speak,
thinking those things that make me sick,
Can't think of words that really fit,
Can't think of lines that full of wit.
How long will I stand.
How long will I write,
Those things and those words
that hurts the poet's heart..