"FROZEN YOGHURT"

Wretched and weary ,a song in the souls of the sick, Burnt and bruised,a cry in the chants of the charred, Violated and viced,a Wail in the wants of the weak. Its a world of the strong and the febble, All to live like the birds in the air and the fishes of the sea Torn by the worlds of the same universe yet to live by the air beggoten of no toil. Its a jungle,alright We drop our prides and walk alone, Our packs see us shatter in the breeze meant to raise mane crown to its glory, We drown in the blood to our thirst, Cut off from breath of life, its tomorow's we wunt reign supreme. Make a curious mind understand; Is opinion butter to the healthy in castles, And to the crying,bone stripped off the last of flesh?

It is quite odd that I saw my last days with you unveil before my eyes moments after we met...... Fate shaping itself,now a couple of years down the lane. It is my moments with you that defined my strong self and also my weak points and for once I really thought life came with a meaning. But ......I guess I was wrong. I had made a pledge that a few would dare.Your body was to be my temple, to love you my gospel,love itself my religion and with no doubt angel,that would have been my decision. It is not by chance that my heart had fallen for you,it is not by chance that once I had to make a decision and I choose you.Its not by chance that my feelings for you just never changed from the first time I saw you smile and It is not by chance our ways had to part....but the wise would be certain in my words that really,nothing good lasts forever. However still I don't blame the gods that made our paths to cross. My love to you was to be be eternal like the salt pillars of t...