Probably I should write a book soon. I don't know. I'm contemplating on my writing skills at the moment. Should really be sleeping but eh.



"Daddy, don't leave me..."

Tears shed as she cried. A child of 8. In the rain, she sat next to a body of 48, a father figure for the girl. Oh how time passes since she was last abandoned, only to be left alone again in this world.

Hands on the corpse, all red and wet. It's as though there's red wine being poured all over but reality is so much more cruel. Blood flowing ever so freely like a river from a supply that will soon be nonexistant. Her tears flowed down, the world crying along with her for her loss.

Disobedience paid a price. A love lost and a lonely world to venture.

I'll always watch over you, child. So please cry today and smile tomorrow. I'll always be here.